This Picture - Placebo

I hold an image of the ashtray girl

Of 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 semaphore

You know we miss her

We miss her picture

Sometimes it’s fated

Disintegrated

For fear of growing old

Sometimes it’s fated

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 fated

Disintegrated

For fear of growing old

Sometimes it’s fated

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 fated

Disintegrated

For fear of growing old

Sometimes it’s fated

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