Coffee, Desks and Promises

I've been sitting at this desk for too long now

Spilt coffee on my legs

I haven't moved from this seat for days

Sure I probably have, but In my head

I've been sitting here this whole time

The desk lamp on my face



And I've lost count of the hours

I've lost count of the days since I've seen your face

I'm just drinking coffee but it tastes like the promises I should have made



I'd rather be with you than be stuck here

But I'm living in my head

And my dreams are all just nightmares underneath my bed

And my nightlight, I can't go another breath without you by my side