Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Swift
Lead Vocals
Paul Sidoti
Guitar
Grant Mickelson
Guitar
Mike Meadows
Musician
Amos Heller
Bass Guitar
Caitlin Evanson
Fiddle
Daniel Sadownick
Percussion
Al Wilson
Drums
David Cook
Keyboards
Harris
Rhythm Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Songwriter
Ryan Tedder
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrea Swift
Executive Producer
Ben Terry
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ezrin
Mixing Engineer
Brent Bishop
Assistant Engineer
Brian Virtue
Mixing Engineer
C.J. Boggs
Engineer
Chris Rowe
Mixing Engineer
David Payne
Engineer
Derek Garten
Assistant Engineer
Garth Richardson
Engineer
Glenn Meadows
Mastering Engineer
Greg Hancock
Engineer
Joe Neil
Engineer
Joel T. Schwamburger
Assistant Engineer
Justin "Corky" Cortelyou
Mixing Engineer
Robert Allen
Mixing Engineer
Thomas Freitag
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
I'm so glad you made time to see me
How's life? Tell me, how's your family?
I haven't seen them in a while
You've been good, busier than ever
We small-talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up and I know why
Because the last time you saw me is still
Burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses, and I left them there to die
So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and make it all right
I go back to December all the time
These days, I haven't been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leaving
When your birthday passed and I didn't call
Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughin' from the passenger side, and
Realized I loved you in the fall
And then the cold came
With the dark days when the fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was
Goodbye
So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you
Saying I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile
So good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night
The first time you ever saw me cry
Maybe this is wishful thinking
Probably mindless dreaming
But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right
I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't
So if the chain is on your door, I understand
And then he said, it's too late to apologize (it's too late)
He said, it's too late to apologize (it's too late)
(It's too late to apologize) this is me swallowing my pride
(It's too late) standing in front of you saying
I'm sorry for that night (it's too late to apologize)
(It's too late) 'cause I go back to December
(It's too late to apologize) it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
(It's too late) wishing I'd realized
What I had when you were mine (it's too late to apologize)
Oh, oh (it's too late)
You said, you're not sorry, no, no, no (it's too late to apologize, it's too late)
You're not sorry, no, no, no (it's too late to apologize, it's too late)
Hey, you're not sorry, no, no, no (it's too late to apologize, it's too late)
Hey, you're not sorry, no, no, no
Written by: Ryan Tedder, Taylor Swift