So you turn over
Whisper into my shoulder
That you're not clever enough to be sleeping with me
But it's not about schooling
It's more about using
What you've been given,
What you've got and what you've got is more than enough
I remember when cancer
Was just a constellation
A starry-eyed crustacean with nothing
To say of whether you and I live or die
I don't remember Glasgow
Until I was fourteen
It's where people I know tend to let themselves
Go when they've got something to bring to an end
Well, it's one, two, three steps in the cul-de-sac
You and me, your feet on the ground,
Mine hitting your back we're
Running so fast that we smash into the bins
And we tumble over
Catherine opens a window
'Now boys, that's not how you play'
Catherine, just wait, what a peculiar thing to say
I remember Maxwell
I remember his mum too
Her hands in the cool drawer of the
Fridge and her man's fists on the window ledge.
I remember Michaela
I remember her last name
I know she could dance,
I know she could hide, and that she won a netball game
But she's gone now,
Sticks in the corner.
There's a bus ticket in the breast pocket of her green blazer.
Her mum has hung it up to dry in the airing cupboard
In the hope that she might need it the morning after.
Just once, maybe forever, again.
Well, it's one, two, three steps in the cul-de-sac
You and me, your feet on the ground, mine hitting your back
We're running so fast that we smash into the bins
And we tumble over
Catherine opens a window
'Now boys, that's not how you play'
Catherine, just wait, 'well, you know you'll both have jobs one day'