Stole
Wasted Hearts: Unraveling the Seductive Chaos in Francesca Belmonte's 'Stole'
Lyrics
Steal from your pockets and yes I lied
Acknowledging theft and deceit, possibly in a relationship.
What did you want me to do?
Questioning the expectations and choices in the situation.
Don't know my name and I don't care for friends
Expressing indifference towards personal identity and friendships.
How can I take care of you?
Wondering how to take care of someone given the circumstances.
The stars left, the morning came
Describing a transition from a night of stars to the morning.
You know I'm just a good time girl
Identifying oneself as a person seeking pleasure without commitment.
Leaving you lonely, no I don't care at all
Emphasizing a lack of concern for leaving someone lonely.
No, I can't be good for you
Rejecting the idea of being good for someone.
I'll become weary, you won't get to know me
Anticipating weariness and reluctance to reveal oneself.
But what you receive will be pure
Promising genuine qualities despite a guarded approach.
I'll give you small doses,
Committing to providing limited emotional engagement.
'Cause my heart's been wasted
Referring to a heart that has been hurt or damaged.
And I can't belong anymore
Expressing a sense of not fitting in or belonging.
It's closing time and the aftermath
Referencing the end of an event and the aftermath.
This heartache's been coming on slow
Describing a slow-building heartache or emotional pain.
Warming these curling, our lips are unfolding
Highlighting a physical and emotional connection with someone.
Gold on my chest as he falls
Symbolizing a valuable possession or moment slipping away.
Won't be imprisoned by judgments and wisdom
Rejecting societal judgments and seeking a mature partner.
Come to my lap, be a man
Inviting someone to be assertive and take charge.
I'm off the breast and I'm learning to hunt
Signifying personal growth and independence.
Regianni, yeah he'd understand
Referring to someone who understands and appreciates independence.
Be bold but don't fight me
Encouraging boldness but discouraging resistance.
And don't try to move, no
Warning against attempting to change or control.
No need for romance, to wake up the dormant
Dismissing the need for romantic gestures to awaken dormant feelings.
The seasons are coming around
Noting the cyclical nature of seasons and relationships.
Steal from your pockets and yes I lied
Repeating the theme of theft and deceit.
What did you want me to do?
Reiterating the question about expectations and choices.
Don't know my name and I don't care for friends
Reaffirming indifference towards personal identity and friendships.
How can I take care of you?
Repeating the dilemma of how to care for someone.
The stars left, the morning came
Repeating the imagery of transitioning from stars to morning.
You know I'm just a good time girl
Reiterating the self-perception as a pleasure-seeker without commitment.
Leaving you lonely, no I don't care at all
Reemphasizing a lack of concern for leaving someone lonely.
No, I can't be good for you
Repeating the rejection of being good for someone.
I'll become weary, you won't get to know me
Repeating the anticipation of weariness and guardedness.
But what you receive will be pure
Reiterating the promise of genuine qualities despite guardedness.
I'll give you small doses,
Repeating the commitment to limited emotional engagement.
'Cause my heart's been wasted
Reiterating the reference to a heart that has been hurt or damaged.
And I can't belong anymore
Reaffirming a sense of not fitting in or belonging.
It's closing time and the aftermath
Reiterating the reference to the end of an event and the aftermath.
This heartache's been coming on slow
Repeating the description of a slow-building heartache.
Warming these curling, our lips are unfolding
Reiterating the connection with someone, both physical and emotional.
Gold on my chest as he falls
Repeating the symbolism of a valuable possession or moment slipping away.
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