Lying sleepless at 5 am
Knowing it'll be a while before I see you again
May the sun wake you gently as it puts me to sleep
And while I'm anxiously waiting I hope you have sweet dreams
But don't waste your time on us
Since I will be gone in a month
And I hope it's true that you'll think of me too
But my bones, under weight, will be crushed
When I wake up tomorrow I'll be in my bed
I'll avoid conversation of what's lying ahead
May my heart still be beating and my blood still be red
And may a hundred years pass before I am dead
But I won't call you anytime soon
As I'm busy here packing my room
And I know I'll be fine with the passing of time
But I'll always think fondly of you