December Lyrics & Chords By The Procussions

In my of gods and girls days I was at odds with how those girls played Many betrayed with a facade to have it her way Ladies love it the way we covet name your puppet James or Bobby same old hobby blaming the pulpit For the tenants of freewill we're meant to be equal In street intelligence and our propensity for evil Begging for her acceptance in my repentance For every man that ever sinned her though I was sentenced To do the sacrifice to please so I ask if I'm naïve Though it's true that in the past I wasn't half of nice with eve I had advice to leave but I thought I had to lead So I dragged us through the sadness thinking I had to believe Leaves used to cover our shame how the colors have changed When only one for the other remains what's thunder and rain But a poor metaphor a door with a knock and a box on the floor Full of things I'd forgotten before it got rotten Spring summer and fall and now I'm not him Her wings summoned it all see how the plot thins I think under it all I saw the topspin the way I dropped in And couldn't bounce back in 2004 I wrote the soundtrack It's where I found that strength to break through And for that pain I thank you We couldn't see it through the fire, fire We couldn't see it over our heads, not yet We couldn't see it through the fire, fire She was so cold She was so cold Stro Elliot I run the risk I run the risk of sounding bitter on this verse Reminded of a time I shed a tear over this skirt See this is too heavy Already calling you out of your name, ain't that funny? Ain't thought about you in years, and here I'm still running Trying to get away from the adolescence you took from me Here's what I'll do honey I'll change your name to something random for the sake of the song Hmmm let's call you Shelly A Name you hated It's petty ain't it? But a perfect illustration of this love we painted By the numbers, and I wonder why we couldn't see it In frame, but out of focus, this scene void of emotion What's my motivation? Is that your body or manipulation? "Hey, let me pay for that darling" triggered the revelation But I'm in love right Or maybe young and quite oblivious To love and what it's really supposed to look like Till that December night... 5 minutes later, I never would have noticed that other man's busted tail light Running that stop sign to escape, I should have followed suit I quickly ran out of cards and ceased to follow you But I ain't angry at all, and that's the honest truth These women in my cellular phone provide the final proof Shelly... My inspiration, my muse, my excuse My explanation for excess, my next you