I’m going back to bed

I wanna lie down again

I won’t answer my phone

The battery’s been gone for days

I don’t make any plans, so I don’t have to bail

I’ll never be your rock

But I guess I’m cool with that

I’m an undercover cop

I’ll two-time everyone

I’m better off here at home where I can’t do nothing wrong

I don’t put my clothes on anymore

So I’m going back to bed

Into its arms again

'Cause lately, I’ve found nothing really does it for me like it used to

I never did like my jobs

I couldn’t tell you what I’ve done

I talk more to the dog

Than to the people I love

I try to look away when I walk past a friend

I guess we don’t get along

That’s probably my fault

So I’m going to back to bed

Into its arms again

'Cause lately, I’ve found nothing really does it for me like it used to

So I’m going back to bed

Into its arms again

'Cause lately, I’ve found nothing really does it for me like it used to