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Clairo

4

Every second counts

I don't wanna talk to you anymore, and

All these little games

You can call me by the name I gave you

Yesterday, yeah

Every minute counts

I don't wanna watch TV anymore, yeah

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

Bet you'll tell 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? Kissing, 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