I’m pulling boxes from the attic space,
Same old ornaments, same empty place.
You used to stand right here beside me,
Small hands copying everything I’d show—
Now I’m hanging lights the way we always did,
While you’re hanging yours in ways I’ll never know.

I’m here staring at this tree,
Hung with all the years you used to need me.
The star’s on high, the lights still glow—
But I’m the ornament you let go.
Yeah, I’m still right where you left me that day,
Just not past you being okay.
I’m here staring at this tree…
Missing what December used to be.

Saw your post—kids laughing by the fire’s glow,
That smile you used to save when I came home.
I thought I taught you how good things grow—
Turns out I taught you how to go.
And now your world keeps spinning warm and bright,
While mine stays frozen where you left that night.

I’m here staring at this tree,
Hung with all the years you used to need me.
The star’s on high, the lights still glow—
But I’m the ornament you let go.
Yeah, I’m still right where you left me that day,
Just not past you being okay.
I’m here staring at this tree…
Just the way it’s meant to be.

You were my whole December…
And now I’m not a day in yours.
You light your tree without the rules we made—
And call it peace, like walking off was brave.
And maybe it is… but I still keep score,
’Cause seasons don’t change in this house anymore.

I’m here staring at this tree,
Decorated with the ghost of you and me.
The lights still glow, the angel stays—
But I’m the memory you put away.
I’m here staring at this tree…
Just the way it’s meant to be.

Same boxes, same lights, same home I saved for you…
Just me and this tree…
Doing what I always do.