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.

Maybe this is wishful thinking, Probably mindless dreaming,

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right.

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

But this is me swallowing my pride Standing in front of you saying,

"I'm sorry for that night." And I go back to December...

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,

Wishing I'd realize what I had when you were mine.

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.

I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

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