It's just the way I am.

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 ?

pic: me.
 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.
lyric: placebo - this picture
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