Jack Off Jill - Poor Impulse Control

Poor Impulse Control

I envy your demise
I hope its all you dreamed it would be
One bullet in this gun
Not sure if its 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 Id wish youd stay
Now, all, all that I have ever suffered
All, all that I will ever be
All, all that I will ever ruin
You can always cover me with makeup
I envy your demise
750 degrees
When it burned it smelled like you
But it scorched and looked alot like me
I envy your demise
You never said that youd try
When i had to lose control
Lose control to really cry
Now, all, all that I have ever abused
All, all that I will ever see
All, all that I will ever ruin
You can always cover it with makeup
All, all that I will ever limit
All, all that I will ever try
All, all that I will ever trust
You can always cover it with
All, all that I have ever abused
All, all that I will ever see
All, all that I will ever ruin
You can always cover it with makeup