1 2 Talk by Two Inch Astronaut Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The shortest hope pulls at all
The hems of my dresses now
And pleads in the highest
Pitched squeals that you ever heard
Would you please let me under?
Would it be so hard now?
But I got my zip code revoked
So there was less reason to hope
That I could ever find a home
Or least a place that we could talk
Increase the drip to overdose
And later on it’ll hurt the most
Cause either way you’ll be alone
Is there a place that we could talk?