#gostiz

I'm a puppet on a string

Tracy Island, time-traveling

Diamond cutter-shaped heartaches

That come to find you four in some velvet morning

Years too late, she's a silver lining

Lone ranger riding through an open space

In my mind when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself, all I

Wanna hear her say is "Are you mine?"

Well, are you mine?

I guess what I'm trying to say is I need the deep end

Keep imagining meeting, wished away entire lifetimes

Unfair we're not somewhere misbehaving for days

Great escape, lost track of time and space

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