The truth is
You could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I’d apologize 
For bleeding on your shirt

The truth is
You could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I’d apologize
For bleeding on your shirt

Perfection is he
For the way he smiles
The way he speaks
With sparks in his eyes
Perfection is he
For the way he talks
The way his touch makes my heart stop
Perfection is he and the way his heart parted
One glance at his direction
And my love for him had started

Perfection is he
For the way he smiles
The way he speaks
With sparks in his eyes
Perfection is he
For the way he talks
The way his touch makes my heart stop
Perfection is he and the way his heart parted
One glance at his direction
And my love for him had started