We would say
"Never, my love."

The song
Is slow and short.

You find it pressed into wax
And leave it where I remain.

Do you know that I
Never grew tired of you?

Brown velour vintage,
Silk under piles of waste.

You wear my affection still,
And I pretend to wish I wasn't so generous.

The song is short
And simple enough.

Three credits left to graduate,
Hours still to drive,
I will never regret what I gave.

We would say
"Never, my love,"
Could we call each other strangers.

Do you know that I never
Grew tired of you?