How's This For Space?

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