The Ashtray In The Corner
The Ashtray In The Corner
There’s an ashtray in the corner
Ghost of past lovers on my wall
They’re haunting my propriety
And I entrust them with my downfall
Blood and cigarette smoke fills my lungs
The mood is pathetic
The lights too illuminescent
And tobacco stains the rim of my gums
Happiness; I’m almost there
It’s on the tip of my tongue
Like the molly in my mouth
The words I can’t get out
Fuel the shrewd voices in my head
The psychedelia and hallucinogens
Allow me to see
That there’s still an ashtray in the corner
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