Album Cover Suitcase

Suitcase

MATTHEW KOMA

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You look like Sundays with my ex eating breakfast

With your arms across your chest like a cross

She wore my trust around her neck ′til it hung herMy baby she was clinically obsessed

Our identity was physical but less

Every now and then her noise inside my head

Reenters

She said I remember loving you

All of the good shit and all the bad shit too

Yeah 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

Yeah 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

Yeah 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

Oh ooh woah oh ooh woah oh ooh woah oh

Oh ooh woah oh ooh woah oh ooh woah oh

Oh ooh woah oh ooh woah oh ooh woah oh

Oh

She said I remember loving you

All of the good shit and all the bad shit too

Yeah 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

She wore my trust around her neck ′til it hung her