Cursed

This is the life I've always wanted

It won't be long before I'm long forgotten

When I get home, will you still be on the clock?

One of us is always leaving

We're never together unless I'm dreaming

When I get home, will you take the weekend off?

We're cursed with awful timing

So if I don't pick up the phone

You can always find me

At home in bed alone

Disappointed without you hear for me to hold

My life's the space between these sheets

Vacant and cold

We're cursed with awful timing

So if I don't pick up the phone

You can always find me

At home in bed alone

We're cursed to always be apart

Cursed to always sleep alone

I'll let you sleep with all the covers

If it means not sleeping alone