JACK OFF JILL - Poor Impulse Control

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    JACK OFF JILL LYRICS
    
    "Poor Impulse Control"
    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

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