Clairo - Bags

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

It's too late

Every minute counts, I don't want to watch TV anymore

Can you figure me out, just to not waste more time on the couch?

Can you see me, I'm waiting for the right time

I can't reach you but if you want my pleasure's all mine

Can you see me using everything to hold back I guess this can't 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

Oh, your glass of wine, bitch, you told me I should be just fine

Cases under the bed and still it open, let it rush to my head

I don't wanna be forward, I don't wanna cut corners

Same as with everything I have inside me

I'm not the type to run, I'm not out having fun

But what's the rush? Kissin' on my cheeks is so flush

Tell you how I felt

Sugar-coated meltin' in your mouth

Poured in my emotions

I should probably keep it all to myself

Know you'd make for me

Know you'd make for me

Know you'd make for me

I know you'd make fun of me, yeah

Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time

I can't reach your butt if you want the pleasures of 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

Walkin' out the door with your bags

Walkin' out the door with your bags