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Sleeping With Ghosts
This Picture

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 earthquakes

Goodbye to open sores
To broken set of four
You know we miss her
We miss her picture

Sometimes it's faded
Disentigrated
To fear growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
To fear growing old

Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruit cake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake

Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and further more
You know we miss her
We miss her picture

Sometimes it's faded
Disentigrated
To fear growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assasinated
To fear growing old

We had it all though we tried
It's gone

Can't stop growing old
You can't stop growing old