Oh I don't think that I can wait 'til December My heart is an ember and you are the flame Oh I don't think that we can weather the weather But whether it's better or whether it's lame I will be by your side pretending I am a romantic ghost or Russian spy Finding out that there's no kind of love that's free Stay tuned for our latest debauchery Oh I don't think that I can wait 'til December I'll always remember your smell and your name Oh I don't think that hearts are meant to be broken But memories are tokens of things that remain Oh I don't think that I've become a pretender But maybe I'll send her a token of pain You have been by my side pretending I was your docile dog or parasite Frequent flip flops made me wanna flee Tune in for the sounds of my misery Oh I don't think that I can wait 'til December Let's go on a bender and bend 'til we break Oh I don't think that I can go one more lone year So throw me a bone here and vary my days Oh maybe this is why my dreams have been carried By sweet lies that I've buried far under my gaze