Matthew Koma Lyrics

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 My baby she was clinically obsessed 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