Suitcase (Live At The Cherrytree House/2013)
Matthew Koma"Suitcase (Live At The Cherrytree House/2013)" is a song by Matthew Koma, released in 2013 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:46 long and contains 52 lines and 320 words.
0:00Suitcase - Matthew Koma
0:11You look Sundays with my ex
0:14Eating breakfast with your arms across your chest
0:18Like a cross you were my trust around
0:21Her neck till it hung her
0:26My baby she was clinically obsessed
0:30Our identity was physical but less
0:34Every now and then her noise
0:36Inside my head reentered
0:42She said I remember loving you
0:46All of the good sh*t and all the bad sh*t too
0:51I remember hating you
0:54For all the right things you never tried to do
0:59I remember needing you
1:02Call me an addict
1:04To your elastic moods
1:06I'm packing every memory that we made
1:14In a suitcase
1:19You're on a train I used to wreck
1:22With the bullets of the least of my respect
1:26I wish there was a shot
1:28I could regret
1:30But there isn't
1:35Yea there were tongues
1:36I spoke in heat
1:38That I never meant to say or meant to mean
1:42In the shop or when
1:43I see her in my sleep in visions
1:50She said I remember loving you
1:54All of the good sh*t and all the bad sh*t too
1:59I remember hating you
2:02For all the right things you never tried to do
2:07I remember needing you
2:10Call me an addict to your elastic moods
2:14I'm packing every memory that we made
2:22In a suitcase
2:25I know you hate it when
2:27I say I'm sorry
2:30But I'm sorry Ohh ohh
2:46She said I remember loving you
2:50All of the good sh*t and all the bad sh*t too
2:55I remember hating you
2:58For all the right things you never tried to do
3:02I remember needing you
3:06Call me an addict to your elastic moods
3:10I'm packing every memory that we made
3:18In a suitcase
3:26In a suitcase
3:35You look like Sundays with my ex
3:38Eating breakfast with your arms across your chest
3:43Like a cross you were my trust around
3:46Her neck Till it hung her
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
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