Personal Space

Here's looking at you
Trynna get through april
So sick of waiting tables
I'm rooting for you
We fell in love so madly
But nothing takes the sadness out

If I could teleport over there
Pinot Grigio over there
Lover you'd be bored of the kisses
We'd cook dinner in our underwear (Singing)
Here, there and everywhere

We'd be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We'd be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We'd be in bliss until we miss it

Fuck living with me (Fuck that)
I ask too many questions
And get these weird obsessions
God knows we're lonely (Lonely, Lonely...)
In a state of limbo
If only it were simple

If I could teleport over there
Pinot Grigio over there
Lover we'd ignore all the dishes (Ooh-ooh)
We'd cook dinner in our underwear (Yeah)
And dance like Fred Astaire

We'd be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We'd be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We'd be in bliss until we miss it

(If I could teleport over there)
(If I could teleport over there)

We'd be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We'd be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We'd be in bliss until we miss it