Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Swift tearing pages.
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
I'd go back to December all the time
And I'll be staying in May
How's life, tell me how's your family
Realized I loved you in the fall
I haven't seen them in a while
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind