Suitcase
- Matthew Koma
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Intro
D A
Verse 1
D
You look like Sundays with my ex
A
eating breakfast with your arms across your chest
G
like a cross She wore my trust around her neck
A A#
'til it hung her
D
My baby she was clinically obsessed
A
Our identity was physical but less
G
Every now and then her noise inside my head
A A#
Reenters
Chorus
D
She said I remember loving you
A
All of the good shit and all the bad shit too
Bm
Yeah I remember hating you
A G
For all the right things you never tried to do
D
I remember needing you
A
Call me an addict to your elastic moods
Bm A G
I’m packing every memory that we made
D
In a suitcase
Verse 2
D
You’re on a train I used to wreck
A
With the bullets of the least of my respect
G
I wish there was a shot I could regret
A A#
But there isn’t
D
Yeah there were tongues I spoke in heat
A
that I never meant to say or meant to mean
G
In the shop or when I see her in my sleep
A A#
In visions
Chorus
D
She said I remember loving you
A
All of the good shit and all the bad shit too
Bm
Yeah I remember hating you
A G
For all the right things you never tried to do
D
I remember needing you
A
Call me an addict to your elastic moods
Bm A G
I’m packing every memory that we made
Bm
In a suitcase
Bridge
A
I know you hate it when I say I’m sorry
But I’m sorry
D
woah-ooh-oh oh-ooh-oh woah-ooh-oh-oh
A
woah-ooh-oh oh-ooh-oh woah-ooh-oh-oh
Bm A
woah-ooh-oh oh-ooh-oh woah-ooh-oh-oh
G
Oh
Chorus
D
She said I remember loving you
A
All of the good shit and all the bad shit too
Bm
Yeah I remember hating you
A G
For all the right things you never tried to do
D
I remember needing you
A
Call me an addict to your elastic moods
Bm A G
I’m packing every memory that we made
In a suitcase
Outro
D
woah-ooh-oh oh-ooh-oh woah-ooh-oh-oh
A
woah-ooh-oh oh-ooh-oh In a suitcase
Bm A
woah-ooh-oh oh-ooh-oh woah-ooh-oh-oh
G
Oh
D
You look like Sundays with my ex
D F#m
eating breakfast with your arms across your chest
Bm D
like a cross She wore my trust around her neck
G
'til it hung her











