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, 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 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