December

there's a Victorian tin I keep my memories in
I found it up in the attic
after looking inside I find the things that I'm hiding
the leaves saved from a mistletoe kiss
only nostalgia has me feeling like this
like I miss you
it must be the time of year
remember december
it's like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream
remember december
a fall of snow and the afterglow
it could be taking our breath away
but the years stand in the way
remember december
how does it make you feel inside?
beneath a valentine, I see a locket is shining
I think it must be the wine
makes me feel it's all real
where nothing seems to rhyme
to breathe life into the dust of a keepsake
I might as well try to fix a chain on a snowflake
or a heartache
it must be the time of year
should I feel this alone, should I pick up the phone
should I call up and wish you 'happy christmas'?
I feel so alone, should I pick up the phone
take my heart in my hand
and ask if you remember