Bags

Every second counts

I don't wanna talk to you anymore

All these little games

You can call me by the names I gave you

Yesterday (Yeah)

Every minute counts

I don't wanna watch TV anymore (Yeah)

Can you figure me out?

Just doing 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 pleasures 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

Mitch will 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

Saving this with everything I have inside of me

I'm not the type to run, I know we're having fun

But what's the rush? Kiss, and then my cheeks are so flushed

Tell you how I felt

Sugar coated melted in your mouth

Pardon my emotions

I should probably keep it all to myself

Now you make fun of me

Now you make fun of me

Now you make fun of me

Now you 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 pleasures 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

Walking out the door with your bags