Platinum & Perfect
A song about how to be a jerk, from first hand experience.
As the song says, SHE has to be platinum and perfect to rescue rusted out me. I never found pure Platinum and Perfect, and I'm still rusted out, but getting used to it.
Each of these scenes is based on a real experience and the subtle background sound you might hear is these ex-girlfriends cursing me for placing idiotic expectations of perfection on them.
We talked and laughed till late
Better than expected
Till you lit a cigarette
There I disconnected.
Don’t you seey you gotta be
Platinum and perfect
If are you to rescue one
As rusted out as me
Wasn’t even a comedy
Was crime and sex and money
You gave out a sloppy laugh
A scene that wasn’t funny.
A second date I think it was
You were dressed in plaid
That outfit that you wore
Left me feeling sad.
Don’t you see you gotta be
Platinum and perfect
If are you to rescue one
As rusted out as me
Right along I saw you as
A graceful soaring bird
Until that cursed photograph
Revealed you as a nerd
I was great and you were great
But I couldn’t play along
When I saw how you had spelled
A common word so wrong
Don’t you see you gotta be
Platinum and perfect
If are you to rescue one
As rusted out as me
I walked you home that summer night
You asked me in for tea
Those dying house plants hanging there
Their sadness swallowed me
I saw you as the flawless one
The one I dreamed about
But that all fell away you
Stumbled in self doubt.
Don’t you see you gotta be
Platinum and perfect
If are you to rescue one
As rusted out as me