December
Charlie Ryder, Josh Burgess, Christie Simpson, Sam Perry
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
