Song meaning of Özlesen Beni by Cakal

Ah, "Özlesen Beni" by Cakal, huh? Well, let me break it down for you, my friend. According to this masterpiece, the key to being beautiful is simply staying this way forever, with the wind blowing through your hair on the beach, and your hair always wet as the sun sets. I mean, forget aging, right? And apparently, if you have a sheet, wrap us up in it because that's the only way to get our attention. Oh, and our alcohol intake is always high, no denial there. We sleep on rooftops (because beds are so last season) and apparently, all it takes is just a little touch to open our eyes. Our body can be trapped by your hands, so why not come over tonight and dance with us? Our heart's eyes are closed, but you can just pretend you opened them, no problem. And of course, love is always deceiving. Like seriously, this poison is definitely not honey to us, it's toxic! The river that flows backwards is our normal, and getting rid of the sefir (whatever that is) is a real challenge. So, just miss us a little without seeing us, don't bother interrupting our sleep every night, and listen to our song on repeat. And hey, stop kissing my under-eye bags, for goodness sake! Before you die, make your last wish, and make sure to bury it in the ground early (yes, we have a thing for premature burials). Oh, and every shooting star needs their own guest, so go ahead and try your luck with us, just you know, give it another shot. Give us an excuse to come into our story, bid farewell to our tanem (whatever that is), and dream sweet dreams on a different street but with the same substances. Our eyes are priceless, like seriously, you can't even find them, they're that rare. Finding them would be nice though, in the same old days. I have no advice for a flawless ending, let's just live in the moment, second by second. Because, you know, we're beautiful at this age, and we better stay this way forever with the wind on the beach and wet hair as the sun sets. Wrap us up in that sheet if you got one, and there's no denial when it comes to our alcohol content. We spent the night on a rooftop (because fancy beds are overrated) and opened our eyes with the slightest touch. Just a little touch, you know. Miss us a little without seeing us again, don't interrupt our sleep every night (we need our beauty rest, you know). Listen to our song on repeat, but please, spare my under-eye bags. Miss us a little without seeing us again, don't interrupt our sleep every night. Listen to our song on repeat, but please, stop kissing my under-eye bags. Don't kiss them. Seriously, I mean it. Don't. Kiss. Them. Kiss the song instead, because apparently, you can do that without dying. Kiss the song, miss us without seeing us, and listen to it before you die. Kiss the song, miss us without seeing us, listen to it. Miss me, love me, love me, miss me.