Jumper Sleeves

I am a mathmatician’s dream
Because you know that you can always count on me
I never figured that I could be the one
To be holding you between my jumper sleeves

Are you proof of evolution or creationism?
I sit here like a ponderous pontificator
Why hasn’t anyone else evolved to such levels of perfection
Even the wildest fantasist couldn’t dream you up, so what chance your maker?

I know that I do not possess the qualities to keep you
I know that you’ll eventually find me out and go
That on some levels, I’m way below your own
A subterranean dweller desperately clinging to your undertow

You’ve shown me a glimpse of another kind of life
But its the kind of place where I don’t feel that I’m allowed
I may be reliable and loyal, but that won’t get your pulse racing
So I think that I’d better walk away because I’m starting to get hurt now