Letters For Saints - Pills Will Make It Worse lyrics
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.