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