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