I hold the key

I am not going to call you, or text you, or post something on your wall.
Because I am SO not like yesterday.
And I'm tired of wasting my time.
So you nod and I shake my head to your picture.
I say fuck it.
What do you think?
I think Italy.
I need someone with a bigger package and prettier eyes.
I need some Queen, some beer and patience.
Because I am still waiting for someone else to come.
Someone who will come with me wherever I go.