Bags - Clairo

Every second counts

I don’t want to talk to you anymore

All these little games

You can call me by the name I gave you

Yesterday

Every minute counts

I don’t want to watch TV anymore

Can you figure me out?

Just doin' this to waste more time on the couch

Can you see me I’m waiting for the right time

I can’t read you but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine

Can you see me using everything to hold back

I guess this could be worse

Walking out the door with your bags

Walking out the door with your bags

Walking out the door with your bags

Walking out the door with your bags

Pour your glass of wine

Mitchell told me I should be just fine

Cases under the bed

Spill it open let it rush to my head

I don’t want to be forward

I don’t want to cut corners

Savor this with everything I have inside me

I’m not the type to run

I know that we’re having fun

But what’s the rush?

Kissing and my cheeks are so flushed

Tell you how I felt

Sugar coated melting in your mouth

Pardon my emotions

I should probably keep it all to myself

Know you’d make fun of me

Know you’d make fun of me

Know you’d make fun of me

Know you’d make fun of me

Can you see me I’m waiting for the right time

I can’t read you but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine

Can you see me using everything to hold back

I guess this could be worse

Walking out the door with your bags

Walking out the door with your bags

Walking out the door with your bags

Walking out the door with your bags