December

Neck Deep

Score: 2
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Played: 52

Album:

Life's Not Out to Get You

Genres:

Alternative rock
Pop punk
Hardcore
Rock
Punk rock

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Featured by:

phoebe-kate

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Lyrics:

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[Verse 1] Stumbled 'round the block a thousand times You missed every call that I had tried So now I'm giving up A heartbreak in mid-December You don't give a fuck You'd never remember me While you're pulling on his jeans Getting lost in the big city I was looking out our window Watching all the cars go Wondering if I'll see Chicago Or a sunset on the West Coast Or will I die in the cold? Feeling blue and alone I wonder if you'll ever hear this song on your stereo [Chorus] I hope you get your ballroom floor Your perfect house with rose red doors I'm the last thing you'd remember It's been a long, lonely December I wish I'd known that less is more But I was passed out on the floor That's the last thing I remember It's been a long, lonely December [Verse 2] Cast me aside to show yourself in a better light I came out grieving, barely breathing, and you came out alright But I'm sure you'll take his hand I hope he's better than I ever could've been My mistakes were not intentions This is a list of my confessions I couldn't say [Pre-Chorus] Pain is never permanent, but tonight it's killing me [Chorus] I hope you get your ballroom floor Your perfect house with rose red doors I'm the last thing you'd remember It's been a long, lonely December I wish I'd known that less is more But I was passed out on the floor That's the last thing I remember It's been a long, lonely December [Bridge] I miss your face, you're in my head There's so many things that I should've said A year of suffering, a lesson learned I miss your face, you're in my head There's so many things that I should've said A year of suffering, a lesson learned [Chorus] I hope you get your ballroom floor Your perfect house with rose red doors I'm the last thing you'd remember It's been a long, lonely December I wish I'd known that less is more (I miss you, but I wish you well) But I was passed out on the floor (I miss you, but I wish you well) That's the last thing I remember (I miss you, yeah, I miss you) It's been a long, lonely December