December, Pt. 1 Lyrics

In practice no one believes we are just animals

More to a book than just a chapter

Even when we turn a new page

As in when we die we're just an object

Just a body to weather and decay

Yet living on forever in the remnants of age

A stone plaque engraved

Carrying the weight of memories that clawed on for decades

Though they may lose their edge, it was once a sharp blade

A collage, a killer instinct of blood stained sheets

Painted like a portrait, portrayed like a movie scene

Brighter than cotton candy stained sky

Cold and alone like the oceans deep

Dark, now that light has left us only with shade

If we could replay time what would you do differently?

Would you change anything at all?

Would we ever meet?

Would we ever meet?

Would you find someone to numb the hurt?

Would they let you take their last name?

Would we ever meet?

Would we ever meet?

Would you still be my December?

Would we ever meet?

Because I still think somewhere deep down

I would find you, but would you ever find me?