Poor December
She left the TV on
Watched her fall into the screen
Just to realize it was me
In fantasy
Or maybe thoughts more punishing
I don't know when to call
I don't know when to breathe
She hates me
And I'm taking it out on you
Such a bad thing
That I want her instead
Oh my god
Just get in the car
Read your mind
Cry like a dog
Oh December
Last chance till you're all alone
Now I start to feel
Where I'd usually start to drink
My minds can stay in hell
I need time to think
I like it by myself
I think I like it by myself
She hates me
And I'm taking it out on you
Such a bad thing
That I want her instead
Get out of my head
Oh my god
Just get in the car
Read your mind
Go cry like a dog