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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Koma
Matthew Koma
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Koma
Matthew Koma
Composer
Nicholas Audino
Nicholas Audino
Composer
Lewis Hughes
Lewis Hughes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Koma
Matthew Koma
Producer
Dan Book
Dan Book
Producer
Steve James
Steve James
Producer

Songtexte

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 My baby she was clinically obsessed Our identity was physical but less Every now and then her noise inside my head Reenters 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 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 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 shit and all the bad shit too Yeah 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 ooh woah oh ooh woah oh ooh woah oh Oh ooh woah oh ooh woah oh ooh woah oh Oh ooh woah oh ooh woah oh ooh woah oh Oh 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 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
Writer(s): Matthew Bair, Lewis Hughes, Nicholas Audino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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