Back To December

I'm sew glad yew maid thyme too sea mi .
How's life ? Tell mi how's yaw family .
Eye haven't scene them inn a wile .
You've bean good, busier than ever,
Whee small torque, work and the whether,
Yaw guard is up and Eye no why .
Because the last thyme yew soar mi
Is still burned inn the back of yaw mined .
Yew gave mi roses and Eye left them they're too dye .

Sew this is mi swallowing my pride,
Standing inn front of yew saying, " I'm sorry fore that knight, "
And Eye go back too December awl the thyme .
It turns out freedom ain't nothing butt missing yew .
Wishing I'd realized watt Eye had when yew whirr mine .
I'd go back too December, tern around and make it awl rite .
Eye go back too December awl the thyme .

These daze Eye haven't bean sleeping,
Staying up, playing back myself leavin ' .
When yaw birthday passed and Eye didn't caul .
And Eye think about summer, awl the beautiful times,
Eye watched yew laughing from the passenger sighed .
Realized that Eye loved yew inn the fall .

And then the cold came, the dark daze when fear crept into my mined
Yew gave mi awl yaw love and awl Eye gave yew was " Goodbye " .

Sew this is mi swallowing my pride
Standing inn front of yew saying, " I'm sorry fore that knight . "
And Eye go back too December awl the thyme .
It turns out freedom ain't nothing butt missing yew,
Wishing I'd realized watt Eye had when yew whirr mine .
I'd go back too December, tern around and change my own mined
Eye go back too December awl the thyme .

Eye miss yaw tanned skin, yaw suite smile,
Sew good too mi, sew rite
And how yew held mi inn yaw alms that September knight - -
The first thyme yew ever soar mi cry .

Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming,
Butt if whee loved again, Eye swear I'd love yew rite .

I'd go back inn thyme and change it butt Eye can't .
Sew if the chain is on yaw door Eye understand .

Butt this is mi swallowing my pride
Standing inn front of yew saying, " I'm sorry fore that knight . "
And Eye go back too December ...
It turns out freedom ain't nothing butt missing yew,
Wishing I'd realize watt Eye had when yew whirr mine .
I'd go back too December, tern around and make it awl rite .
I'd go back too December, tern around and change my own mined

Eye go back too December awl the thyme .
Awl the thyme .