there's nothing I can think of that'll change a damn thing
so i pick up the bottle an have another shot of whiskey
I just can't help myself from looking at the door
praying she'll come back even when I know she won't
words said in anger , deeds left undone
were both to stubborn for our own good
now pride is standing in the way
I close my eyes and then I can still remember
the lights around the tree presents all around
snow on the ground , hope in the air
there's just something about a cold december to
bring back memories
there's nothing I can think of that'll change a damn thing
so I pick up the bottle an have another shot of whiskey
I just can't help myself from looking at the door
praying she'll come back even when I know damn well
she won't
there's nothing like a cold december
to bring back memories
~ D Donner ~