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 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 We 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 We 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 Hang on Though we try It’s gone Hang on Though we try It’s 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...

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Anonymous Mon 16 Apr 2007 17:03

This picture =)
Sjukt snygg bild!

December 2011