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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
Small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up and I know why
Because the last time you saw me
Is still burning 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 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
Stand up, playing back myself leaving
When your birthday passed and I didn’t call
Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side

And realized I loved you in the fall
And then the cold came and 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 realized what I had, when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December, all the time

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smiles
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
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 realized 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

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