Interesting, one girl sent me a text like that, saying that she needed to stop waiting for me. The thing is, I do love her, but I couldn’t give my love to her at that moment of my life. Sometimes, trying to understand that the other person may not be ready for it is totally fine. If it’s meant to be, will be.
In her favorite locket, hiding yellow pills With white wine to chase them, lying on the hills We kissed until we couldn't breathe The coldest sand is on the beach Now she's in her swimsuit with the yellow straps Cutting it with scissors 'til there's nothing left And rubbing sunscreen on her breasts She's putting on sunglasses I could win, I could lose But that's a look I can't refuse I could win, I could lose But that's a look I can't refuse Stop waiting I could win, I could lose But that's a look I can't refuse I could win, I could lose But that's a look I can't refuse
