Feels like we have matching wounds, but yours still black and bruised.
And mine is perfectly fine, feels like we buried alive.
Something that never died, so God, it hurt when I found out.
Gold chain, beneath your shirt.
The shirt, that you let me wear home.
You got that fine hair, curly, white t-shirt.
And I got that good girl faith, and in a tight little skirt.
Then we go crashing down, we come back every time.
We never go out of style, we never get of time.
Gold on your fingertips, fingertips against me cheek.
Gold leaf across you lips, kiss me until I can't speak.
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I'm not sure this song is a good idea.
2 hours more spent working on a song, and I still don't know if anyone will ever hear it. As I sit here by my piano, back in my house in Italy. I decide to watch the race.
5 minutes before, the race ends.
"And Charles Leclerc overtakes Lewis Hamilton on the outside. Let's see if he can hold the pace till the end."
He won.
I guess that's a date then, not that I didn't want the date, but I had to make him work for it. Girls swarm over these boys, so if they really want something, they have to work for it.
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