Perfect Blue

Got a pen and a napkin

Name a number you want

Wish I knew all the maths

To figure out hard sums

Haven't seen you in weeks

Plumbing the same dive bars

With the prettiest patrons

From the street view car

If you're up and down

If you're down and out

I can be your lifeline

You can throw me out

If your love runs dry

I can go without

Pluck my heart from me

And I'm still sleep as sound

And the bastards, they will talk

But not a word on you

My perfect blue, whoa

You can take me as you are

I'm going down with you

My perfect blue, whoa

Waiting for the rapture, hear a car alarm

Boredom's coming at you

It won't be too long

You know the waiting kills you

'Fore the hemlock does

Strangers know who's built

To stomach hoping for

If you've broken down

If you're rolling out

I'm your frozen sweat

Your smirking sense of doubt

Fill the world you spilled

From tit to teeth you're numb

Leaking smiles from a gasket

Slipped around your tongue

And the bastards, they will talk

But not a word on you

My perfect blue, whoa

You can take me as you are

I'm going down with you

My perfect blue, whoa

I'm afraid I broke a string

And so now I must be leaving

It's a shame we couldn't finish this

With some wine, some Sunday evening

I hope you will remember

Oh, to stay just a Monday more

Don't try this at home

Don't try this at home

I said don't try this at home