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