Less is more,
more or less waiting for a lot in store.
But just for you babe, I'm looking forward to having a little more of you.

Probably you know me best and how I easily break,
putting a lot at stake to glimpse what's hidden underneath that sunny dress.
Hoping that what I'll find is as bright as you.

But I shouldn't care much for things I really can't see,
though having my eyes stuck on you isn't the best view of life for me.

But life is strange,  that we're always stuck on something,
stuck in between loving you more than loving myself, honestly that shouldn't come up to just nothing.

So like a short verse bleeding out of my pen,
I've bled out carelessly for past loves, that it makes me wonder if I'll ever fall in love again.