The starting line of the darkest days. 
December came and froze your warmth away. 
The flickering doubt; the bundled-up ache; 
just a dusting of snow and I feel myself break. 

Now I hate the lights 
'cause I can still hear you say 
how I used to shine, 
but that's gone away. 
And I've paid the price 
of the love that I gave. 
I'll tell your mom you're still mine, 
but just for today. 

Let's just hold on 'til the edge of December. 
We can cross out our paths, and promise we won't remember. 
And if you kiss me tonight, we can call that goodbye. 
And the magic inside will mask the hurt I can't hide. 
So let's just hold on 'til the edge of December. 
I will burn down our bridge so you won't remember. 
I'll throw the mistletoe out, you'll wrap up your temper, 
and I'll never look for love again in December. 

The burn of the fire that's keeping me warm; 
the children's choir at the Christmas tree farm; 
the sweater, and coats, and yearning, and hope 
as your sister told me she thought we'd eloped. 

But I couldn't think of anything worse. 
And the holiday magic must be a curse. 
And the lovers around must all play a part 
in the pantomime of never falling apart. 

Let's just hold on 'til the edge of December. 
We can cross out our paths, and promise we won't remember. 
And if you kiss me tonight, we can call that goodbye. 
And the magic inside will mask the hurt I can't hide. 
So let's just hold on 'til the edge of December. 
I will burn down our bridge so you won't remember. 
I'll throw the mistletoe out, you'll wrap up your temper, 
and I'll never look for love again in December. 

Then you held my hand in front of your mom 
and you kept up the act and told her I was the one. 
Now you're making it hard to never remember 
how I thought that was true last December. 

So I'll hold on 'til the edge of December 
I will cross out our paths, and promise I won't remember 
if you kiss me tonight, 'cause I'll call that goodbye. 
And the magic inside will mask the hurt I can't hide. 
So I'll hold on 'til the edge of December. 
I will burn down our bridge so I won't remember. 
I'll throw the mistletoe out, you'll wrap up your temper, 
and I'll never look for love again in December. 

And I will hold on 'til the edge of December. 
I will hold on 'til the edge of December. 
I will hold on even if I remember 
why I'll never look for love again in December. 

'The Edge of December' - 08/12/23
Now I hate the lights 'cause I can still hear you say how I used to shine, but that's gone away. And I've paid the price of the love that I gave.

I wrote this tonight and I think it might be one of my favourite songs I've ever written. <3