Текст Matthew Koma – Suitcase
Текст:
You look like Sundays with my ex
Sit at breakfast with your arms across your chest
Like a cross she wore my trust around her neck
Till it hung her
Our identity was physical, but less
Every now and then her noise inside my head
Re-enters
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
And 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
And 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
And they’re sharper 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
And I remember needing you
Call me an addict to your elastic moods
In a suitcase
I know you hate it when I say I’m sorry
But I’m sorry
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
And 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
Sit at breakfast with your arms across your chest
Like a cross she wore my trust around her neck
Till it hung her