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Matthew Koma - Suitcase

Matthew Koma - Suitcase

You look like Sundays with my ex
Sit at breakfast with your arms across your chest
Like a cross you were my trust around her neck til it hung her

My baby she was clinically obsessed
Our identity was physical but less
Every now and then her noise Inside my head re-entered

She said I remember loving you all of the good shit and all the bad shit too
I remember hating you For all the right things you never tried to do
I remember needing you Call me an addict, to your elastic moods
I'm packing every memory that we made in a suitcase

You're on a train I used to wreck
With the bullets of the least of my respect
I wish there was a shot I could regret But there isn't

Yea there were tongues I spoke in heat
That I never meant to say, or meant to mean
In the shop or when I see her in my sleep in visions

She said I remember loving you All of the good shit and all the bad shit too
I remember hating you For all the right things you never tried to do
I remember needing you Call me an addict, to your elastic moods
I'm packing every memory that we made in a suitcase

I know you hate it when I say I'm sorry But I'm sorry
Ohh
Ohh
Ohh

She said I remember loving you All of the good shit and all the bad shit too
I remember hating you For all the right things you never tried to do
I remember needing you Call me an addict, to your elastic moods
I'm packing every memory that we made in a suitcase
In a suitcase

You look like Sundays with my ex
Eating breakfast with your arms across your chest
Like a cross you were my trust around her neck Til it hung her


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