Una Mey Guilty Pleasures Lyrics

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