the last time i was here it was decembernnthe last time i was here you were minennbut i happen to know for a fact that it's not december anymorenn& it's been six months since you made your final beeline for the doornnnn& since you left i've made a listnnof 374 reasons why i could never live without younnsince you've left i've made a listnnof 375 reasons why i never ever ever ever evernnwant to see you againnnnnthe day you left it broke me apartnnthe day you left it cut me clean in twonnbut scars get smoothnni guess there's some sort of irony therennbut you still haven't explainednnwhat you're doing back herenn& you still haven't explainednnwhat you're doingnnstanding on my front lawnnnnni don't know where you've been hiding for the last six monthsnnbut i really think you ought to just go back there nownnbecause i don't want you around here anymorenn& if you'll excuse me i was kind of busy getting over you