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