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