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
And watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken semaphore
You know we miss her
We miss her picture

Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
The fear of growin' old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
The fear of growin' old

Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic [bad word] 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 faded
Disintegrated
The fear of growin' old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
The fear of growin' old

Hang on
Though we tried
It's gone

Hang on
Though we tried
It's gone

Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
The fear of growin' old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
The fear of growin' old

You can't stop growin' old
You can't stop growin' old
You can't stop growin' old
You can't stop growin' old

You can't stop growin' old