December - Naughty Version
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
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
And that's the last thing I remember
It's been a long, lonely December
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
Pain is never permanent, but tonight it's killing me
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
And that's the last thing I remember
It's been a long, lonely December
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
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
And that's the last thing I remember
It's been a long, lonely December
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
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
And that's the last thing I remember
It's been a long, lonely December
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
Pain is never permanent, but tonight it's killing me
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
And that's the last thing I remember
It's been a long, lonely December
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
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
And that's the last thing I remember
It's been a long, lonely December
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Barlow, Andrew Wade, Lloyd Roberts, Jeremy Wade Mckinnon, Seb Barlow
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