Pills Will Make It Worse

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.