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weston gates - december night lyrics

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[verse 1: weston gates]

the week is over, shut the books and then soon enough
the sun is down, we’re runnin’ out simply ‘cuz the moon is up
the music sucks, plus this place don’t have no food and yuck
it smells sh-tty, floor’s sticky, now my f-ckin’ shoes are stuck

and who the f-ck just came over here and threw his cup
spillin’ beer on me, can you tell me is that rude or what?
this dude is huge and cut, me- i’m 5’2″, a runt
but now he says he’s tryna come and fight me cuz the dude is drunk

[hook]

but it’s okay, i can stand to bear
all the other sh-t as long as she’s standin’ there
i don’t wanna talk, i don’t wanna walk
over to her man all i wanna do is stare

i just wanna see her face and maybe see her hair
i know it’s kinda f-cked up but i don’t even care
i just wanna see her face and maybe see her hair
i know it’s kinda f-cked up but i don’t even care

[verse 2]

what could i do but run back up to my dorm, but my
roommate’s with some wh0r- and the door to the room is shut
i’m walkin’ through the slums thinkin’ i could use a blunt
but if i smoke again this week, i’ll prolly lose a lung

bare feet, nowhere to sleep, is it two or one?
man i can’t remember, f-ck december it’s the bluest month
what we do is fun, yeah that might be true for some
everybody else is winnin’ and i’m losin’ but

[hook]

that’s okay, i can stand to bear
all the other sh-t as long as she’s standin there
they say she’s a sl-t, but i don’t need to cut
i don’t even need to see her in her underwear

i just wanna see her face and maybe see her hair
i know it’s kinda f-cked up but i don’t even care
i just wanna see her face and maybe see her hair
i know it’s kinda f-cked up but i don’t even care

[verse 3]

went back to the house, got me in the mood to shout
i guess i got a little loud so they threw me out
maybe my friends are right, i guess i can be quite
a heavy drinker, man i musta had like nine or ten tonight

well i’ll spend the night out here while i hear
these losers play a buncha songs they pretend to like
i feel content and right, swear that i could end my life
blackin’ out between the sky’s black and december’s white

[verse 4]

i woke up in the snow and wondered, “am i still alive?”
i replied, “details are a waste of time”
my face was cold, and my brain was hot
but then finally something helped me lose my train of thought

i heard the softest clap; somebody coughed and laughed
she’s holdin’ hands with that douche and they’re walkin back
and somehow i get the sense he isn’t quite a friend
a couple drinks and then they’ll probably head right to bed

i got one night depressed i hated and i might forget
but i’m good- that’s as close as i would like to get
i know sobriety will probably come and lie to me
tomorrow morning she’ll be nothing special for the eye to see

[hook]

but at least for now, i can stand to bear
all the other sh-t as long as she’s standin there
she’ll go away, she won’t know my name
she’ll never know who i am but that’s probably fair

i just wanna see her face and maybe see her hair
i know it’s kinda f-cked up but i don’t even care
i just wanna see her face and maybe see her hair
i know it’s kinda f-cked up but i don’t even care

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