December

I told you straight from the heart

You can't rely on my past

I saw your sister last weekend and I

Thought about it but I found it too shy

Through provocation I fell hard on your floor then we

Spent the night while your parents were gone

God I hope I'm right

Cause I can't tonight

Whatever makes you feel good

Take it all the same

Think you should stand where I stood

You're hard to blame

I traced the fall underfoot

Confused while I'm away from home

Troublemaker at best

I asked if I could be next

When we meet in december, tell me

Where the flowers are on my body

I've got a history of dragging along and

I think you might be a little too strong

God I hope I'm old

When I've lost my soul