Turning through this pages about
Lovers consumating
Well, it feels completely inappropriate here
As our bodies intermingle unwillingly
And I feel ten morning breaths against my skin
And we were squashed
We were squashed
We were squashed
And we find ourselves
We find ourselves
Just where we expected
We find ourselves under each others arms
We don't want to be touched
We don't want to be touched
We don't want to be touched
We just want to get off
Not like they're getting off
We just want to get off
A monotonal voice tells
Of someone under a train, well
What an interruption to our day
As we all come through the veins of our city
And our fictional lovers keep screwing on
And we were squashed
We were squashed
We were squashed
And we find ourselves
They find themselves
Just where the author wanted
Intermingled in each others arms
We don't want to be touched
We don't want to be touched
We don't want to be touched
We just want to get off
Not like they're getting off
But it's so damn hot
And we were squashed
We were squashed
We were squashed
And we were squashed
We were squashed
We were squashed
And we find ourselves
We find ourselves
Just where we expected
We find ourselves under each others arms
And we were squashed
We were squashed
We were squashed