Your guard is up and I know why. Because the last time you saw me still burns 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 the freedom ain't nothing but missin' you.Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.And I go back to December,turn around and make it all right.I go back to December all the time...