You look like Sundays with my exited breakfastWith your arms across your chest like a crossShe wore my trust around her neck till it hung herMy baby, she was clinically obsessedOur identity was physical, but lessEvery now and then her noise inside my head reentersShe said, I remember loving youAll of the good * and all the bad * tooYeah, I remember hating youAll of the good * and all the bad * tooFor all the right things you never tried to doI remember needing youCall me an addict to your elastic moodsI'm packing every memory that we madeIn a suitcaseYou're on a train I used to wreckWith a bullet trainSo the least of my respectI wish there was a shotI could regret, but there isn'tYeah, there were tongues I spoke in heatThat I never meant to sayOr meant to mean in the shopBut when I see her in my sleeping visionsShe said, I remember loving youAll of the good * and all the bad * tooYeah, I remember hating youFor all the right things you never tried to doI remember needing youCall me an addict to your elastic moodsI'm packing every memory that we madeIn a suitcaseI know you hate it when I say I'm sorryBut I'm sorryShe said, I remember loving youAll of the good * and all the bad * tooYeah, I remember hating youFor all the right things you never tried to doI remember needing youCall me an addict to your elastic moodsI'm packing every memory that we madeIn a suitcaseIn a suitcaseYou look like Sundays with my egg-seated breakfastWith your arms across your chest like a crossShe wore my trust around her neck till it hung herShe said, I remember loving you