How’s This For Space?

Hey!
She whispers like a megaphone
Its less than subtle and it's not quite love
Hey!
'Cause I can never be alone
Hey!

I asked for space and then she grabbed my shirt, and held me from the window
Hey!
How's this for space?
Hey!
How's this for space?
Hey!
I asked for space and then she grabbed my shirt, and held me from the window

So cut the signal if it still feeds back
It's not an order, its a heart attack
As memories of your playground love are catching up to you, who-oah
But these battles need not swords

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!

This open journal's empty rhetoric, so par for the course
A target audience to cuddle 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

So cut the signal if it still feeds back
It's not an order, its a heart attack
As memories of your playground love are catching up to you, who-oah
So cut the signal if it still feeds back
It's not an order, its a heart attack
As memories of your playground love are catching up to you, who-oah

But these battles need not swords

So cut the signal if it still feeds back
It's not an order, its a heart attack
As memories of your playground love are catching up to you, who-oah

So cut the signal if it still feeds back
It's not an order, its a heart attack
As memories of your playground love are catching up to you, who-oah

But these battles need not swords

Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!