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.