Let's get lyrical, lyrical: Placebo - This Picture

I hold an image of the ashtray girl
As the cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put my 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 centre floor
We know we miss her
We miss her picture

Sometimes its faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes its faded
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
We know we miss her
We miss her picture

Sometimes its faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes its faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old

Hang on
Though we try
Its gone
Hang on
Though we try
Its gone

Sometimes its faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes its faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Cant stop growing old ...

This is a nice picture. Which one? This one, the one I am looking at. It's nice isn't it Rachel honey? Why are you spitting at me?! Okay I know, you're not in a good mood. Must be the chains. Too tight is it?

Anyways yes this is such a good picture. What is it of? It's hard for me to explain or describe. I will try anyways. It's a picture of something majestic, and immaculate. It's a picture of someone of course. Such penetrating eyes. Eh shit, it's a mirror.

Placebo - This Picture (from Sleeping With Ghosts)