Out of the blues (perfection)

She was nonplussed, standing at the newsstand
(she doesn't understand)
But all the stories seemed to be known beforehand
(she just can't understand)
She always plays the same tape when she goes to bed
And sings along the lullaby inside her head
She always wears makeup to really go nowhere
And she talks when nobody is there

Her best friend is but an old and apathetic cat
(she doesn't mind about that)
When they announced the wedding,
She rushed out the door and spat
(she did mind about that)
She hates following soap operas
But just can't help it
She goes to places,
Then she sits down to yelp it
Solitary dinners had by candle light
As she enjoys every saturday night

Yes, perfection is but a word
The illusion of a gaoled bird
Whose cage just isn't there
No, it's not beyond the reach of sight
There's no tunnel at whose end there's light
But it is no reason for despair
It's growing up
No why to be scared

He was boycotting another us-sponsored event
(he said he knew what it meant)
His landlord's just come over
And asked for the rent
(the money was misspent)
His old man was given life without parole
His son is really into playing rock and roll
His wife's gone and left behind but her scent
There are things one just can't prevent

[chorus]

You trust your friends
But they are never there in need
(is it a matter of creed?)
The rose is really pretty
But the thorns can make you bleed
(it sometimes hurts indeed)
You can't stand living in that noisy street
You think your boss is nice,
But maybe a bit too sweet
Your neighbours' grass is not so greener after all