Poor Impulse Control — текст песни (Jack off Jill)

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`d wish you`d stay
Now, all, all that I`ve ever suffered
All, all that I`ll ever be
All, all that I`ll 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 you`d try
When i had to lose control
Lose control to really cry
Now, all, all that I`ve ever abused
All, all that I`ll ever see
All, all that I`ll ever ruin
You can always cover it with makeup
All, all that I`ll ever limit
All, all that I`ll ever try
All, all that I`ll ever trust
You can always cover it with
All, all that I`ve ever abused
All, all that I`ll ever see
All, all that I`ll ever ruin
You can always cover it with makeup