In My Bed

I hate telling stories

'Cause mine are all about you

I outgrew my clothes again

They weren't mine when I was with you

You're always in my head

Don't want anyone else in my bed

Won't you come on over instead?

And make sure this thing isn't dead

We were like the roots of mangroves

And I know you feel it too

How you held on to me

And I hold on to you

You're always in my head

Don't want anyone else in my bed

Won't you come on over instead?

And make sure this thing isn't dead

Thought I knew it, couldn't be true

Tell me what I'm holding on to

Thought I knew it, couldn't be true

Tell me what I'm holding on to

You're always in my head

Don't want anyone else in my bed

I love how you say my name

But please, don't invoke it in vain

Thought I knew it, couldn't be true

Tell me what I'm holding on to

Thought I knew it, couldn't be true

Tell me what I'm holding on to