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 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 ***t and all the bad ***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

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

In the shop or when I see her in my sleep in visions

She said I remember loving you

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

Oh

She said I remember loving you

All of the good ***t and all the bad ***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 she wore my trust around her neck til it hung her