As I sit on my bed
Hear the TV next door
Blaring some survival **** from the nineties

As the light begins to fade
I begin to squint
At the patches I'm sewing on an old shirt

As I look forward to the weekend
Plan what to do
As Sunday is the day that I'll have with you

As music swirls in my head
Tiredness setting in
After two weeks of exams without any breaks

All I can think of is you.