Clairo - Bags - Recorded At Electric Lady Studios

Every second counts I don't wanna talk to you anymore All these little games You can call me by the name I gave you Yesterday Every minute counts

To waste more time on the couch Can you see me going for the right time?

I can't read you but if you want the pleasure's all mine Can you see me losing everything to hold back?

I guess this could be worse walking out

Pour your glass of wine Mitchell told me I should be just fine Cases under the bed Spill it open Let it rush through my head I don't wanna be forward I don't wanna 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

How I felt, sugar coated melting in your mouth Pardon my emotions, I should probably keep it all to myself No, you'd make fun of me No, you'd make fun of me No, you'd make fun of me No, you'd make fun of me

Can you see me humbling for the right time?

I can't reach you but if you want the pleasure's all mine Can you see me using everything to throw it back?

I guess this could be worth walking on