Placebo - This Picture

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
We know we miss her, We miss her picture

Sometimes it’s fated, (we) disintegrate it
for e 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 fated. (we) assassinate it
for e fear of growing old

Hang on, Though we try, it’s gone, Hang on, Though we try, it’s gone

Sometimes it’s fated, (we) assassinate it, for e fear of growing old

Can’t stop growing old, Can’t stop growing old