You were right to go after him
I've got too many closets filled with skeletons
And I weigh more than I look like I should
I was more than a fool to think
That you'd be interested in saving me
I'm not sure anyone or anything could
And maybe this is me
Sitting, feeling sorry for myself
If you call tonight I won't answer
I'll be busy trying to forget December
And the glance I took from you as flirting
And the smile I took from you as wanting more
I was wrong to think anything
Ain't it funny how it's always something
Sorry if I'm messing with your plans
But you're a fan of the snow and the cold
And I'm a fan of never growing old
Somewhere where my feet touch the sand
And maybe this is me
Trying to find anything that clears my head
If you call tonight I won't answer
I'll be busy trying to forget December
And the glance I took from you as flirting
And the smile I took from you as wanting more
Wanting more
But you'll never know these things that I keep
Cause the man who holds you now
Well it ain't me...
If you call tonight I won't answer
I'll be busy trying to forget December
And the glance I took from you as flirting
And the smile I took from you as wanting more
Wanting more
I don't, I won't do anymore