The Good Parts

The way you turned to me in bed,
And the way you said, "can I have my spot?"
Put your head against my chest, ask me to rub your neck
Put on "British Bake Show" or some other stupid show we'd watch
My hand on your knee in the passenger seat on the 101 driving just aimlessly
The way you turned to me and said,
"Going anywhere with you is okay with me"
So much of us was perfect and it's always what I think about first
How nice it could've been if we only lived where our love works
Fossilise my heart
Try'na hold on to the good parts
Memorise you in my arms
Try'na hold on to the good parts
Can we separate the way it ended from the person?
Refuse to take to heart the things we said when we were hurting
I still think we mostly are, the good parts
The way you'd make up silly names for me I hated, but you'd call me all the time
The way you fell asleep beside me in a hospital recliner
On the evening my appendix chose to die
And every kind of crisis, it's impossible I wouldn't run to you
We almost prophesised it on the day we met like we already knew
Fossilise my heart
Try'na hold on to the good parts
Memorise you in my arms
Try'na hold on to the good parts
Can we separate the way it ended from the person?
Refuse to take to heart the things we said when we were hurting
I still think we mostly are, the good parts
So much of us was perfect and it's always what I think about first
How nice it could've been if we only lived where our love works
Fossilise my heart
Try'na hold on to the good parts
Memorise you in my arms
Try'na hold on to the good parts
Can we separate the way it ended from the person?
Refuse to take to heart the things we said when we were hurting
I still think we mostly are, the good parts