Our planet is poisoned, the oceans, the air, around and beneath and above you. Um, Jughead, that's true, and I totally care. I'm trying to tell you I like you. What? The world is at war, filled with death and disease. We dance on the edge of destruction. The globe's getting warmer by deadly degree. And this is one weirdo seduction. This small town is pretty much broken beyond all repair. But one thing is working, if you're standing there. Perfect for you. I could be perfect for you. I might be lazy, a loner, a bit of a stoner, it's true. But I might be perfect. I'll make myself perfect, perfect for you. Square all the corners, I straighten the curves. You've got some nerve, Jughead, and I'm just all nerves. But even if everything else turns to dirt, I'll be the one thing in this town that won't hurt. I can't fix what's screwed up. But one thing I know I can do. I can be perfect for you. I can be perfect for you. Perfect for you.