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