Pulchra
You're waiting for me to exhale so you can say that you took my breath away
I'll draw you a picture leave out the detail it's looking more like you every day
You ask me how i laugh you ask me how i cry you ask me how i live i'll show you how i die
I'm carving us out of a stone of perfection, i'll cut here, i'll cut there, the details are unclear i don't care
Here's my affection, you ask me how i love you ask me how i hate
I've seen a dying dove lost my belief in fate
Writer/s: Here on Out
