How's life?
Tell me how's your family,
I haven't seen them in a while,
You're been good,busier than ever,
We small talk, work and the weather,
Your guard is up and I know why
Cause 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,
Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I 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 all the time