Two Awkward Lumps of Meat

A sad melancholy song

Stuck, repeating the chorus of:

“Pixies – Where is my Mind”

Echoing within the comfortable confines

Of our room

The speakers try to push the tears out and aside

To allow the music through

We sit cuddled up together

Wrapped in eachothers arms

Two awkward lumps of meat

Stuck in self made prisons