โหลดเพลง mp3 Suitcase - Matthew Koma

Suitcase - Matthew Koma
You look 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

My baby she was clinically obsessed

Our identity was physical but less

Every now and then her noise
Inside my head reentered

She said I remember loving you

All of the good sh*t and all the bad sh*t 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 sh*t and all the bad sh*t 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 sh*t and all the bad sh*t 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