Don't throw your gold dust at me

Don't throw your gold dust at me Blinding me with dreams Sort out our life with us Mine is okay or not But slips into your brain When you throw your gold dust at me You're so manipulative I'm hanging in your threads Dangling for control Not knowing where I'm at I don't know why I'm here I could be down the street Going home for free Getting out of your tree Bounce me like a rubber ball Hold me like your doll Move my arms and legs Put my clothes back on Let me be who I am Gold dust storms stay away.