Tytuł: Poor Impulse Control

• Wykonawca: Jack Off Jill
• Wyświetleń: 205

I envy your demise
  I hope it's all you dreamed it would be
  One bullet in this gun
  Not sure if it's for you or me
  
  I envy your demise
  With all the guilt you hid away
  All the lies that I had spun
  And all the times I wished you'd stay
  
  Now, all that I'll ever suffer
  All that I'll ever be
  All that I'll ever ruin
  You can always cover me with makeup
  
  I envy your demise
  Seven hundred and fifty degrees
  When it burned it smelled like you
  But it scorched and looked a lot like me
  
  I envy your demise
  You never said that you'd try
  When I had to lose control
  Lose control to really cry
  
  Now, all that I'll ever abuse
  All that I'll ever see
  All that I'll ever ruin
  You can always cover it with makeup
  
  All that I'll ever limit
  All that I'll ever try
  All that I'll ever trust
  You can always cover it with
  
  All that I'll ever abuse
  All that I'll ever see
  All that I'll ever ruin
  You can always cover it with makeup