By the sea

Is it too late to live by the sea?
There are ice-creameries by the sea
There are joggers and puppies and prams
Would you like to come with me?
If I moved, to live by the sea
There are surfer boys by the sea
There are tackle shops and fishermen
And cafes by the sea
I guess it's too late to live by the sea
You'd never want to, anyway
Not with me
You'd get bored by the sea
There is sand and dog shit and used condoms
You'd get sick of the sea
And the constant swooshing of the waves
I guess it's too late for you and me
In the suburbs, or by the sea
You wouldn't notice, would you?
If I left you for the sea