Текст песни Jack Off Jill - Poor Impulse Control
Jack Off Jill - Poor Impulse Control слова песни
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