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