You never wanted to be my boyfriend and that was alright with me

Hanging out on your porch in the east end down by Fraser street

You were just a gateway between now and something good

Me a notch upon your rap sheet, never said but understood

Read about you in the papers, ‘tween the tracks upon your arms

I confess the shadiness just added to your charms

In an American car riding shotgun down by the PNE

Search the alley for an innocent victim of your next B & E

I watched you smoke a thousand of cigarettes, drink a million cans of beer

You hounded me till I said yes and then you disappeared

Then I saw you in the corner cooking something on a spoon

And a blue light shone upon your face like some television moon

Oh, and in that tiny little bowl

Was the only love you’d ever known

                 

Now the buzzing of the lights sound like cicadas in the night

I think of you when I walk through the lonely tunnel lit up bright

And how you ran from Newfoundland, from your mother in the East

From rocky shores to sand to find you face down upon the beach

And someone pushed you on the tracks for all that gold inside your arm

And you were still the same after that train broke your spinal cord apart

Still you got my sympathy but you watched so goddamn much TV

I had to run away from you

like you ran away from me

way back when I was just

a wily girl of fourteen

     

You never wanted to be my boyfriend and that was alright with me.