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