Artist: Clairo
Every second counts, I don't wanna talk to you anymore you can call me by the name I gave you Yesterday, yeah Every minute counts, I don't wanna 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, yeah Cases under the bed, spill it open, let it rush to my head I don't wanna be forward, I don't wanna cut corners Savor this with everything I have inside of me I'm not the type to run, I know that we're having fun But what's the rush, kiss and then 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
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