Back To December akkorde

Capo 2

C   Am - F   x2

C
   I'm so glad   you made time to see me 
Am                     
   How's life,   tell me, how's your family 
F                             C     G
   I haven't seen them in a while 
C         
   You've been good,    busier than ever 
Am
   We small talk,    work and the weather 
F                                C     G
   Your guard is up and I know why 

Am                  G
Cause the last time    you saw me 
         C                          F
Is still burned in the back of your mind 
            Am          G                   F
You gave me roses and I left them there to die 

   C                                           Em
So this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you 
                           F
Saying I'm sorry for that night 
         C                 G
And I go back to December all the time 
   C                                    
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you   
Em                                    F                                      
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were  mine                                                
     C                  G                      F
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright 
     Am               G
I go back to December all the time 

C  Am F x2

C                              
  These days I haven't been sleeping 
Am
Staying up, playing back myself leaving 
F                                         C    G
  When your birthday passed and I didn't call 
       C                                                  
Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times 
  Am
I watched you laughing from the passenger side 
    F                               C     G
And    realized I loved you in the fall

Am                          G 
    And when the cold came,   the dark days 
     C                  F
When fear crept into my mind 
            Am 
You gave me all your love 
          G            F
and all I gave you was   goodbye 

   C                                           Em
So this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you 
                            F
Saying I'm sorry for that night 
         C                 G
And I go back to December all the time 
   C                                        
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you 
Em                                         F
Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine
     C                  G                         F
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind 
     Am                G
I go back to December all the time 

C  Am F x2

            Am                F
I miss your tan skin and your sweet smile
   C              G
So good to me, so right 
             Am              F                   C
And how you held me in your arms that September night 
                   G             Am
The first time you ever saw me cry 
              Am
Maybe this is wishful thinking
F 
   Probably mindless dreaming 
C                                             G
  But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right
 
       Am                 G               F
I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't
          Am                G           F 
So if the chain is on your door,  I understand 

(no comp)
    C                                           Em
But this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you 
                            F
Saying I'm sorry for that night 
         C               G
And I go back to December   --> comp in
    C                                   
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you 
Em                                         F
Wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine 
     C                 G                        F
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright 
     Am                 G                         F
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
     Am                G 
I go back to December all the time 

C    Am F           C     Am  F
           All the time