Suitcase (Explicit) - Matthew Koma

Written by：Matthew Koma/Nicholas Audino/Lewis Hughes/Dan Book/Matthew Koma/Steve Jame

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 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

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 til it hung her