I do not want to talk
You turned me into an ash tray
One that is smaller than you,
But has been put to more use
I am overflowing with carcinogenic filth
However,
Now I see you are more,
Far more than an ash tray
You’re the whole apothecary
While you drown your worries
Mine fill me up
Just another tap from another’s cigarette
The ash piles up
Onto the mountain, without a fuss
I have lost the desire to dine
And whine
With you
Oh sweet and true apothecary, I worry about you
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
I do not want to talk
You turned me into an ash tray
One that is smaller than you,
But has been put to more use
I am overflowing with carcinogenic filth
However,
Now I see you are more,
Far more than an ash tray
You’re the whole apothecary
While you drown your worries
Mine fill me up
Just another tap from another’s cigarette
The ash piles up
Onto the mountain, without a fuss
I have lost the desire to dine
And whine
With you
Oh sweet and true apothecary, I worry about you
