So you're my little ashtray
For when I'm bored
I'll light up a smoke
And flick a little spent death
Into you.
And you're broken teacup
Don't even have a handle but it be a shame just to throw you out
Still every time I hold you it burns
And when I get a feeling,
Like a feeling is a dangerous thing,
You know I'll soak it in, and then I'll wring it out.
Well you're my little ashtray for when I'm bored
I'll light up a smoke and flick a little spent death
Just into you.
And you're broken teacup
Don't even have a handle and every time I hold you it burns
But it would be shame, just to throw you out.
And when I get a feeling,
Like a feeling is a dangerous thing,
You know I'll soak it in, and then I'll wring it out.

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