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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