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
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken set of four
You know we miss her
We miss her picture.

Sometimes it's faded
Disentigrated
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.

We had it all
Though we tried
It's gone.

You can't stop growin old