Hungry Suitcase

(love stories they end in airports) Look how hungry that suitcase is I'm gonna pack my love and chris Ima go far away, where the skies are grey And turn em blue with thoughts of you And if it rains, I'll water the weeds Cause I believe anything can succeed If life give me lemons I'll make meringue pie I'm still waiting for my train to take me to the sky Sent her a telegram and said I was gone Said I'd explain it all in one of my songs She had to leave me cause I had a job But if I don't have a job then I don't have money And with no money theres no food in the stomach So either way your love life plummets But thats a lie, she's with me everyday From the grocery store to where the little kids play She's on my paper and shes in my pen She's my lover and my best friend Sent her a postcard from up the street Said I'd be gone 40 hours for 52 weeks I love you, I'm so happy, say it to the mirror I'm coming home, with my paycheck as a souvenir I love you, I'm so happy, say it to the mirror I'm coming home, with freetime as a souvenir I love you, I'm so happy, say it to the mirror I got one love called music And every time she made me cry She wrote me a song and apologized (my suitcase has hearts in it) I picked out the hearts from all my runts Filled up my suitcase I'll be gone for months She was crying ink, I wiped her face with a loose leaf Fighting my emotions like I was Bruce Lee Sometimes it takes a loose tooth to see Everything truthfully I put the U in truth with a turn Asked if could buy a vowel as the tires burned I jumped off the treble clef and opened the D Double O R to see where she could B I lifted up her skirt and put my hand on her keys I hit a couple C notes followed by a G I tried to put some sunshine in her blue note But Donald Byrd flew away for new hope I gotta work but I gotta sing But I gotta sleep at night cause I'm a human being (bang) We used to share toothbrushes Now we share the truth about other crushes I love it, its more real than cancer But it's more faker than a Hollywood dancer But if it wasn't for her then I wouldn't be alive And I'd probably have everything stuck inside She gives me freedom and she gives me pain But when you mix that with love its all the same Every time we break up we grow back stronger What I call single's just a song to her I promise I'mma make it, we'll tour the world Me and my music, you're a women not a girl (you're a women not a girl) (my suitcase has hearts in it) (im coming home, with hearts in me) I got one love called music And every time she made me cry She wrote me a song and apologized (my suitcase has hearts in it) (you want to know what I respect about women? It's that they can fall asleep next to a man without Any lust)