Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine So this is me swallowing my pride And I go back to December all the time I go back to December

Such a cold blooded love No one knows I'm afraid of your touch But I love it too much You had me on your list The target of your mission All these times you would be missing me Is really guilt admission, baby The game we're playing is addictive