placebo - this picture



i hold an image of the ashtray girl

as the cigarette burns on my chest

i wrote a poem that described her world

that put my friendship to the test

and late at night

whilst on all fours

she used to watch me kiss the floor

whats wrong with this picture?

whats 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

we know we miss her

we miss her picture



sometimes its faded

disintegrated

for fear of growing old

sometimes its 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

we know we miss her

we miss her picture



sometimes its faded

disintegrated

for fear of growing old



sometimes its faded

assassinated

for fear of growing old



hang on

though we try

its gone



hang on

though we try

its gone



sometimes its faded

disintegrated

for fear of growing old



sometimes its faded

assassinated

for fear of growing old



cant stop growing old...



cant stop growing old...



cant stop growing old...



cant stop growing old...



cant stop growing old...





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