Letters For Saints - Pills Will Make It Worse Тексты

Jimmy cried and closed his eyes.
A paper cross was his disguise.
And she was just some girl,
a lump of coal among the pearls.

And he knows pills will make it worse,
but he finds a thrill inside her purse.
And like a doll, with eyes of glass -
he drinks it down, so hard, so crass.

And Jenna knows her boyfriend's drunk.
She'll hide the knife inside his trunk.
And years of leaves, and weathered grass,
a spot of red, upon the glass.

And she knows pills will make it worse,
but she finds thrills inside his hearse.
And like a doll, with eyes so crass -
she'll never know how long it lasts.