The Curse

It seems that it tends to be my habitual tendency

To miss the things I cannot touch

I try to be more in the moment

But I breathe with my heart open

It's a pattern that I can't unpick

So I miss the snowy peaks, when the sands beneath my feet

And dream of packing bags and getting gone

But in my bed, there lies a man who means far more than stages can

Breaks me every time I have to go

But I guess that's the curse of a love that don't wither

No matter where I roam

'Cause the sweetest days tend to taste a little bitter

If your feet aren't on my ground

I'll always wanna call you first

And I guess that's the curse

Olivia's in Italy on some southern rocky beach

And Caleb's working hard on the coast

I've met some new people here, they're lovely, but it's crystal-clear

Nothing beats the hearts that feel like home

But I guess that's the curse of a love that don't wither

No matter where I roam

'Cause the sweetest days tend to taste a little bitter

If your feet aren't on my ground

And I'll always wanna call you first

And I guess that's the curse

It's missed calls, post shop lines, and cards sent two days late

Secondhand descriptions of the very best birthday

I know that it's just how it is, and growing up ain't new

But that don't stop me missing you

But I guess that's the curse of a love that don't wither

No matter where I roam

'Cause the sweetest days tend to taste a little bitter

If your feet aren't on my ground

And I'll always wanna call you first

Yes, I'll always wanna call you first

And I guess that's the curse