The Coldest December

Why did you go home?
And why is it your face I remember?
How could you be so cold?
This might be the coldest December
I'm zooming on the highway pushing 90 and I'm kicking the pedal
Headlights popping up in the dark like shooting stars in the sky
Reminded me of something diminished, girl now I'm just a vessel
Sitting smoking cigs on the porch play my guitar in the night
105 while I'm pushing the gas
She never cared with her feet on the dash
Rain trickling down as the smoke fades to ash
This might be too real, but we're going too fast
Going too fast
Going too fast
But we're going too fast
Why did you go home?
And why is it your face I remember?
How could you be so cold?
This might be the coldest December



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Glenn, Cayden Clopton
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