Is it predictable that I dreamt about you again? Sleeping in, saving up. You've got much more to lose than your piece of mind. You've been wandering around parts you don't belong in with a belly full of wine and a head full of Hume. You've got much more to lose than your piece of mind. Maybe what I what need is a new beginning; a place where the heart beats but my head's not inside out. I get lost inside these thoughts and I feel the weight of you. Then you'd say, "We should live like those critical thinkers we adore. But for now, let's drink like Kerouac." So crawl back to bed with me, we don't need the outside world. What we need is in between these sheets.