So if the chain is in your door I understand...

I think about summer, all the beautiful times. I watched you laughing from the passenger side and realized I loved you in the fall; and then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind. 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 missing you, wishing I’d realized what I had, when you were mine. I go back to december, turn around and change my own mind, I go back to december all the time.