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

[Repeat * , 
**]

Hang on
Though we try
It's gone
Hang on
Though we 
try
It's gone

[Repeat **]

Can't stop growing old