«Your guard is up and I know why
Cause 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
(...)
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 missin' you
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine
And I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time.»