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.