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 no no I'm tired of slamming doors No I don't want to let go No no no I'm tired of slamming doors