It’s almost the 3rd of December
And all I can think about is your sweater
I’ve moved on
I hope
To someone new
That hasn’t moved to me
I think about their jacket now
Wrapped around someone else
And it feels how I felt
When we were something else
It’s ironic
I had to leave you for my happiness
and I went to someone
that didn’t change my mood
My love,
I miss you as always
but now I fear
I’ve moved to find you in someone else
It’s almost the 3rd of December
and I’m still waiting for someone’s sweater