This Picture

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 a*sa*sinated 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 a*sa*sinated For fear of growing old We hang on And though we try Its gone We hang on And though we try Its gone Sometimes it's faded Disintegrated For fear of growing old Sometimes it's faded a*sa*sinated For fear of growing old Can't stop growing old