♥ myself

♥ myself

Friday, January 14, 2011

back to december ♥♥




















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 go back to December, turn around and make it alright

I go back to December all the time











These days, I haven't been sleeping



Staying 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, 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 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 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










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 go back to December, turn around and make it alright

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

I go back to December, all the time


I would like to go back to december...if i can ♥




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