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 mem'ries 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