Angelic fruitcake

The first time I watched Placebo's This Picture, I went gaga over Brian Molko with his eyeliner. Then there was the first part of the song, where he speaks in a monotone, using some equipment thingy - I've forgotten what it's called - and then, now, the lyrics have got me hooked.

I hold an image of the ashtray girl

Left cigarette burns on my chest

I wrote a poem that described our world

And put our friendship to the test

And late at night while I was on all fours

She used to watch me kiss the floor

What's wrong with this picture?

What's wrong with this picture?

Farewell the ashtray girl

Forbidden snowflake

Beware this troubled world

And watch out for earthquakes

Goodbye to open sores

To broken semaphore

You know we miss her

We miss her picture

I was half right after all; my cold over the week was psychosomatic, in some way. It cleared up today, and I was so happy after the Maths test that I wanted to skip and laugh like a lunatic...except I didn't dare to in front of anyone.

Chelsea Chelsea, the boys get lonely after you leave ~ Chelsea Dagger, The Fratellis