1. [D]I’m so glad you made time to see me.
[Bm]How’s life? Tell me how’s your family?
[G]I haven’t seen them in a [D]while [A]
[D]You’ve been good, busier than ever,
[Bm]We small talk, work and the weather,
[G]Your guard is up and I know [D]why [A]
[Bm]Because the last time [A]you saw me
Is still [D]burned in the back of your [G]mind.
You gave me [Bm]roses and I [A]left them there to [G]die
Chorus: So [D]this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in [F#m]front of you saying “I’m sorry for that [G]night”
And I go [D]back to December [A]all the time.
It [D]turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you
[F#m]Wishing I’d realized what I had when [G]you were mine
I’d go [D]back to December, [A]turn around and make it all [G]right
I go [Bm]back to December [A]all the time
2. [D]These days I haven’t been sleeping,
[Bm]Staying up, playing back myself leavin’.
[G]When your birthday passed and I didn’t [D]call [A]
And I [D]think about summer, all the beautiful times,
[Bm]I watched you laughing from the passenger side.
[G]Realized that I loved you in the [D]fall [A]
[Bm]And then the cold came, [A]the dark days
When [D]fear crept into my [G]mind
You gave me [Bm]all your love and all I [A]gave you was [G]“Goodbye”
Chorus: So [D]this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in [F#m]front of you saying “I’m sorry for that [G]night”
And I go [D]back to December [A]all the time.
It [D]turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you
[F#m]Wishing I’d realized what I had when [G]you were mine
I’d go [D]back to December, [A]turn around and change my own [G]mind
I go [Bm]back to December [A]all the time
* I miss your [Bm]tanned skin, your [G]sweet smile, so [D]good to me, so [A]right
And how you [Bm]held me in your [G]arms that September [D]night
The first time you [A]ever saw me [Bm]cry
Maybe this is wishful thinking [G]probably mindless dreaming [D]
But if we loved again, I swear I’d love you [A]right
I’d go [Bm]back in time and [A]change it but I [G]can’t.
So if the [Bm]chain is on your [A]door I unders-[G]tand.
Chorus: But [D]this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in [F#m]front of you saying “I’m sorry for that [G]night”
And I go [D]back to December [A]
It [D]turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you,
[F#m]Wishing I’d realized what I had when [G]you were mine.
I’d go [D]back to December, [A]turn around and make it all [G]right.
I’d go [Bm]back to December, [A]turn around and change my [G]own mind
* I go [Bm]back to December [A]all the time.
[D][Bm][G]All the [D]time [Bm][G]