It's been 3 weeks since your head was on my pillows

There's barely anyone walking by outside my window

I miss your messy hair in the morning after

I wish quarantine would go just a little bit faster

I'll meet you in the bedsheets when this is over

I can't make it through a day of staying sober

I can't wait to say to you come over

I'll meet you in the bedsheets when this is over

Phone calls and "Facetime" just aren't the same

And sending me nudes suddenly just feels quite tame

I need you right here, right now laying in my arms

Coz there's a storm in my head and I could really use some calm

Yeah, Yeah!

I'll meet you in the bedsheets when this is over

Maybe get a big crate of "Corona"

I kinda almost miss the word "remoaner"

I'll meet you in the bedsheets when this is over

I'll meet you in the bedsheets when this is over

I said I'll meet you in the bedsheets when this is over

I'll meet you in the bedsheets when this is over

I'll meet you in the bedsheets when this is over