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 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
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 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