the last time i was here it was december
the last time i was here you were mine
but i happen to know for a fact that it's not december anymore
& it's been six months since you made your final beeline for the door
& since you left i've made a list
of 374 reasons why i could never live without you
since you've left i've made a list
of 375 reasons why i never ever ever ever ever
want to see you again
the day you left it broke me apart
the day you left it cut me clean in two
but scars get smooth
i guess there's some sort of irony there
but you still haven't explained
what you're doing back here
& you still haven't explained
what you're doing
standing on my front lawn
i don't know where you've been hiding for the last six months
but i really think you ought to just go back there now
because i don't want you around here anymore
& if you'll excuse me i was kind of busy getting over you
