Lyrics “Suitcase” – Matthew Koma
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
And 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
And 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
And 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
And 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…
