We'll Never Argue - Stephen Duffy

A catalogue of ill gotten forgoteries

Knocking at your door at nine

Tumbling down like sand castles

Your eiderdown

Slipping off your skin and mine

But something strikes

At my window one night

I awake imagining you

Standing out on the beach

With a pocket torch and a lock of hair

And not knowing what to do

There are plenty of boys in the sea

But none of them love you like me

We’ll never argue, we’ll never sigh

If I never see you

We can’t say goodbye

The streets all muscle in with hunger

For the nights I should’ve slept with you

You didn’t answer the phone

I drove across town through dusk

Cathedrals, museum and school

But by the time I arrived

Your room looked like you’d gone away

And were sure never to return

A pile of magazines

My letters under coffee cups

Unanswered and unconcerned