Jack Off Jill - Poor Impulse Control Lyrics
I envy your demiseI hope it's all you dreamed it would beOne bullet in this gunNot sure if it's for you or meI envy your demiseWith all the guilt you hid awayAll the lies that I had spunAnd all the times I wished you'd stayNow, all that I'll ever sufferAll that I'll ever beAll that I'll ever ruinYou can always cover me with makeupI envy your demiseSeven hundred and fifty degreesWhen it burned it smelled like youBut it scorched and looked a lot like meI envy your demiseYou never said that you'd tryWhen I had to lose controlLose control to really cryNow, all that I'll ever abuseAll that I'll ever seeAll that I'll ever ruinYou can always cover it with makeupAll that I'll ever limitAll that I'll ever tryAll that I'll ever trustYou can always cover it withAll that I'll ever abuseAll that I'll ever seeAll that I'll ever ruinYou can always cover it with makeup