This Picture

I hold an image of the ashtray girl

Left cigarette burns on my chest

I wrote a poem that described our world

And put our friendship to the test

And late at night while I was 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

And watch out for earthquakes

Goodbye to open sores

To broken semaphore

You know we miss her

We miss her picture



Sometimes it's faded

Disintegrated

The fear of growin' old

Sometimes it's faded

Assassinated

The fear of growin' 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

The fear of growin' old

Sometimes it's faded

Assassinated

The fear of growin' old



Hang on

Though we tried

It's gone



Hang on

Though we tried

It's gone



Sometimes it's faded

Disintegrated

The fear of growin' old

Sometimes it's faded

Assassinated

The fear of growin' old



You can't stop growin' old

You can't stop growin' old

You can't stop growin' old

You can't stop growin' old



You can't stop growin' old