G66

I really wanna be your friend, i really want to see you, G, i see a shop with garden statues i walk past, a cool raptor there that would look good in our yard lost in Time winding round us, partners in love-talk over a tea-cup, dinosaur-weathered in the garden of love, we grow old happily inside a fantasy, meanwhile im exiled, out in the winding winter streets, just hoping for a glimpse of you,

Im trying, G, to be good, but what kind of friend, says that to you?