I'm so glad you made time to see me.
How's life? Tell me how's your family?
I haven't seen them in a while.
You've been good, busier than ever,
We small talk, work and the weather,
Your guard is up and I know why.
Because the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind.
You gave me roses and I left them there to die.

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night,"
And I go back to December all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you.
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to December all the time.

These days I haven't been sleeping,
Staying up, playing back myself leavin'.
When your birthday passed and I didn't call.
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times,
I watched you laughing from the passenger side.
Realized that I loved you in the fall.

And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was "Goodbye".

So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night."
And I go back to December all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time.

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile,
So good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night –
The first time you ever saw me cry.


I'd go back in time and change it but I can't.
So if the chain is on your door I understand.

I go back to December all the time.
All the time.

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i dont wanna hear shit about how you dont like this song or the artist thANK U

something i think i needed to draw to help let go.

some of you might recognize him.

i don't blame you for letting go of me. i wish for a word, a handshake, a goodbye, a thanks for the laughs. i miss you a lot. but our paths are in distinct paths, and it fills me with a deep, bitter giddiness to see you doing all the things you've always wanted to, playing with the big guys, making music, living in the city, everything you ever set out to do, you are doing. i'm proud of you, for what little it's worth. i was always rooting for you. good luck.