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