Half a bottle in Starting to forget How your image looks In the garden where we sin Hoping you walk in In a minute And the voices in my head Are coming from the bench In your living room Guess you wanted this to end Fought until I bled Had to stitch it up You're on my mind more than I Want you to Just pick a side I won't mind What you choose Oooo Am I in hell You're taking all my minutes I need a little to myself Am I wrong To want more than i have Hope I remember Nights in December She was the apple to my eye The cherry to my pie Had the sweetest touch How'd the hell you get me high From a simple look Give me your pain Hand me your past Don't want your cigarettes or cash Hope you remember Nights in December Oooo Am I in hell You're taking all my minutes I need a little to myself Am I wrong To want more than i have Hope I remember Nights in December