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

And it's been six months since

You made your final beeline for the door

And 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, never 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

And I guess there's some sort of irony there

But you still haven't explained

What you're doing back here

And 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

And if you'll excuse me I was kind of busy getting over you