Ashtray Blues

I have those ashtray blues Not wanting to walk Another day in these shoes Singing these butt end songs It's never easy enough for us But still, they contain Some essence of what -Angers you and me Our fag end pages are rolled tight Like red roses, I guess Oh our intoxication's are never fed And even, less When there filtered With nothing more to give But who can give it up Give it up for dead When they come in packets In packets with no change After twenty years or more Oh so I'm still stealing in That last deep breath Where my heart still lingers like a dove With its queer; little song But still a self-gratification Sucks back; asking for one last one. It's never easy enough for us But still, they contain Some essence of what -Angers you and me Our fag end pages are rolled tight Like red roses, I guess Oh our intoxication's are never fed And even, less When there filtered With nothing more to give.