Taylor Swift ☆ The Last Time

I’m so glad you made time to see me.

How’s life? Tell me how’s your family.

I haven’t seen them in a while.

You’ve been good, busier than ever,

We small talk, work and the weather,

Your guard is up and I know why.

Because the last time you saw me

Is still burned in the back of your mind.

You gave me roses and I left them there to die.

So this is me swallowing my pride,

Standing in front of you saying, “I’m sorry for that night,”

And I go back to December all the time.

It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you.

Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine.

I’d go back to December, turn around and make it all right.

I go back to December all the time.

These days I haven’t been sleeping,

Staying up, playing back myself leavin’.

When your birthday passed and I didn’t call.

And I think about summer, all the beautiful times,

I watched you laughing from the passenger side.

Realized that I loved you in the fall.

And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind

You gave me all your love and all I gave you was “Goodbye”.

So this is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you saying, “I’m sorry for that night.”

And I go back to December all the time.

It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you,

Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine.

I’d go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time.

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile,

So good to me, so right

And how you held me in your arms that September night —

The first time you ever saw me cry.

Maybe this is wishful thinking,

Probably mindless dreaming,

But if we loved again, I swear I’d love you right.

I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t.

So if the chain is on your door I understand.

But this is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you saying, “I’m sorry for that night.”

And I go back to December…

It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you,

Wishing I’d realize what I had when you were mine.

I’d go back to December, turn around and make it all right.

I’d go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time.

All the time.