She whispers like a megaphone 

Its less than subtle and not quite love 



Cause I can never be alone 

I asked for space and then she grabbed my shirt and held me from the window 

Hey hows this for space? 

So cut the signal if it still feeds back 

Its not an order its a heart attack 

As memories of your playground love are catching up to you but these battles need not swords 

This open journals empty rhetoric so par for the course 

A target audience to snuggle with no guilt or remorse 

You point and click and keep your distance 

Its the digital age up close in person 

Is old fashioned zero one is the rage 

The wireless age has got its people on leashes