Gold Rush

GleamingTwinklingEyes like sinking shipsOn waters so invitingI almost jump inBut I don't like a gold rush, gold rushI don't like anticipating my face in a red flushI don't like that anyone would die to feel your touchEverybody wants youEverybody wonders what it would be like to love youWalk past, quick brushI don't like slow motion double vision in rose blushI don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crushEverybody wants youBut I don't like a gold rushWhat must it be likeTo grow up that beautiful?With your hair falling into place like dominosI see me padding 'cross your wooden floorsWith my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the doorAt dinner partiesI call you out on your contrarian shitAnd the coastal townWe wandered 'round had…