December
Stumbled round the block a thousand times Missed every step that I could find I’m sick to my stomach, thinking that you’re someone else’s And I’m just a memory, I’m just a ghost I’m just the one that you used to know And I’m just a guy who’s looking for a way to let go And I know, I know that I’m a mess And I know, I know I’m not the best But I’m trying, I’m trying to be better than I was Before I met you I hope you get your ballroom floor Your perfect house with the front porch door With a white picket fence and a family Everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed And I hope you find what you’re looking for Because I’m not what you’re looking for No, I’m not what you’re looking for I’ve been thinking 'bout the things that I should’ve said I’m sorry that I never stayed I’ve been thinking 'bout the times that we could’ve had But I’m the only one to blame I hope you get your ballroom floor Your perfect house with the front porch door ...