you gave me roses and i left there to die...
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 alright,
I go back to December all the time.
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine,
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright,
I go back to December all the time.
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile
So good to me, so right.
So good to me, so right.