It was love
I suppose
But I felt sometimes like a snail
climbing a rose

As I felt
For your faults
Wet and warm and soft and sealed
with calcified salts

And still sometimes when
I think of us just being friends
It seems so wrong
But if it didn't make you happy
It didn't make you happy

And every grubby little memory
Makes it impossible for me

To forget
How it was
I was so in love but still
I felt slightly lost

As I crawled
Slow and dumb
Picking over your petals
Pretending that I was still young

And I guess sometimes it's
The tiniest simplest bits
That I find so hard
But if it didn't make me happy
It didn't make me happy

And every grubby little memory
Makes it impossible for me

To be... on my own

[Banjo Break]

Still every grubby little memory (Every grubby little memory)
Makes it impossible for me (Every grubby...)
Every grubby little memory (Every grubby...)
Every grubby little memory