December (Again) (ft. Mark Hoppus)

December Again
Walked 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 f***
You'd never remember me
while you're pulling on his jeans
Getting lost in the big city
I was looking out your 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
You cast me aside to show yourself in a better life
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
Esta canción de 'Neck Deep', titulada 'December (Again) (ft. Mark Hoppus)', nos transporta a un viaje emocional a través de los caminos de la melancolía. Las letras tejen una historia de desilusión y desamor durante un frío mes de diciembre....