text: 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
  Whats wrong with this picture?
  Whats 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 its fated
  Disintegrated
  For fear of growing old
  Sometimes its 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 its fated
  Disintegrated
  For fear of growing old
  Sometimes its fated
  Assassinated
  For fear of growing old
  Hang on
  Though we try
  Its gone
  Hang on
  Though we try
  Its gone
  Sometimes its fated
  Disintegrated
  For fear of growing old
  Sometimes its 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