Rosie - The Hope That Kills Me

Gave you time. Couple of months and you can't decide if I'm the one.
Now my well ran dry. I'm running out of patience.
I waited
and I'm upset. We're on the roof and we're facing west.
Asking if you made your mind up yet.
You tell me you're not ready,
not ready.
There's only so much indecision that a girl can tolerate.