Matthew Koma | Suitcase (lyrics)

❖ Artist: Matthew Koma
❖ Song: Suitcase
❖ Background: The Lonely Photographer

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Lyrics:

You look like Sundays with my ex
Sit at breakfast with your arms across your chest
Like a cross she wore my trust around her neck
Till 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-enters

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
Till it hung her


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