But I feel wrong
With infatuation
While I hope that you're not
My hearts in bed with you
While my mind strays off
Found excitement somewhere else
And it's fucking things up
No I don’t want to let go
No no no I’m tired of slamming doors
There were late night mornings
We were running off highs
We would sleep until the evening
Like a jobless summertime
It was good
It was so damn great
Smoking by the pack
Kissing under the sheets
A world just me and you
But it’s that we see
That summer has come to an end
No I don’t want to let go
No I’m tired of slamming doors
No I don’t want this to end
No but I’m tired of this
No I don’t want to let go
No I’m tired of slamming doors
No I don’t want to let go
No I’m tired of slamming doors
It's nice to come home to you But I feel wrong With infatuation While I hope that you're not My hearts in bed with you While my mind strays off Found excitement somewhere else And it's fucking things up No I don’t want to let go No no no I’m tired of slamming doors There were late night mornings We were running off highs We would sleep until the evening Like a jobless summertime It was good It was so damn great Smoking by the pack Kissing under the sheets A world just me and you But it’s that we see That summer has come to an end No I don’t want to let go No I’m tired of slamming doors No I don’t want this to end No but I’m tired of this No I don’t want to let go No I’m tired of slamming doors No I don’t want to let go No I’m tired of slamming doors Explain Request ×
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