Suitcase

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The suitcase was in our closet, got it out and laid it on the bed
        A                                                E
Well, I wonder where it's been or what it's seen, oh, if it could talk
                A                                      D
We got it for a wedding gift, yeah, we took it on that Cancun trip
         F#m                             D                   A
Now, I'm emptying out your dresser like a tornado's 'bout to hit
                  E
I quit, you don't know it yet

                                 F#m
But everything you own is in the suitcase
                                D
That's by the front door in the hallway
                             A
Waiting on you to take it all away
                          E
The "you didn't think I'd find out" mistake
                                 F#m
I hope it hits you when you're leaving
                                D
The screen door and the guilty feelling
        A
Well, I packed up all the heartache
                                      E
You'll walk on down the driveway with nothing in your hand
      F#m      D
But a suitcase

                            A
I found her lipstick in the pocket of our suitcase
               D
I know I never bought that shade
         A                                                 E
Well, you must've found her lips on a business trip turned holiday
       F#m                              D
Now, I threw our wedding picture and my princess cut ring
A                      E
Watching it sink right beside her lipstick

       F#m
In our suitcase
                                          D
That's right beside the front door in the hallway
                          A
Waiting on you to take it all away
                                  E
The "what the hell was I thinking marrying you" mistake
                             F#m
Hope it hits you when you're leaving
                               D
The screen door and the guilty feeling
        A
Yeah, I packed up all the heartache
                                      E
You'll walk on down the driveway with nothing in your hand
      F#m      D
But a suitcase

            A
I guess the love between you and me
              E
Didn't have a lifetime guarantee

                         F#m
That's only good on our suitcase
                                D
That's by the front door in the hallway
                          A
Waiting on you to take it all away
                              E
The mountains of memories and mistakes
                              F#m
I hope it hits you when you're leaving
                               D
The screen door and the guilty feeling
               A
Yeah, I packed up all the heartache
                                  E
Go walk on down the driveway with nothing in your hand
        F#m      D
But our suitcase
                               F#m         D
The one my mama gave us on our wedding day
                           F#m         D
The one we took last summer to L.A