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• Artiste: Matthew Koma
• Titre: Suitcase
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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 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 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 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