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 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 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? Kissin', then my cheeks are so flushed (Ooh) tell you how I felt Sugar coated melting in your mouth (Ooh) 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
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 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 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? Kissin', then my cheeks are so flushed (Ooh) tell you how I felt Sugar coated melting in your mouth (Ooh) 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
O single “Bags” foi gravado enquanto Clairo estava doente, o que fez sua voz soar “shitty”, conforme ela mesma descreveu.
A inspiração veio de uma amizade, já que um amigo pediu que ela escrevesse uma música sobre ele depois de ouvir “Motion Sickness” de Phoebe Bridgers em repetição.
O produtor Rostam, ex‑membro do Vampire Weekend até janeiro de 2016, co‑produziu a faixa e também recebeu crédito pelo álbum inteiro “Immunity”.
A bateria de “Bags” foi tocada pela integrante Danielle Haim, do trio HAIM, que também colaborou em várias faixas do álbum recente do Vampire Weekend, “Father of the Bride”.
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