I hold an image
of the ashtray girl
By the cigarette
burns on my chest
I wrote a poem
that described
her world
And put our
friendship
to the test
And late
at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch
me kiss the floor
What's wrong
with this picture
What's wrong
with this picture
Farewell
the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware
this troubled world
Watch out for
earthquakes
Goodbye
to open sores
To broken
centre floor
You know we
miss her
We miss her
picture
Sometimes
it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear
of growing old
Sometimes
it's faded
Assassinated
For fear
of growing old
Farewell
the ashtray girl
Angelic
fruitcake
Beware
this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye
to open sores
Goodbye and
furthermore
You know
we miss her
We miss
her picture
Sometimes
it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of
growing old
Sometimes
it's faded
Assassinated
For fear
of growing old
We hang on And
though we try
Its gone
hang on
And though we try
Its gone
Sometimes
it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear
of growing old
Sometimes
it's faded
Assassinated
For fear
of growing old
Can't stop
growing old
Can't stop
growing old
Can't stop
growing old
Can't stop
growing old
Can't stop
growing old