I understand heartache, I understand pain
I’m familiar with extravagance and also with plain
What I don't understand is, why you’re here again.
I said, you’re not welcome anymore.
I tolerated your mood swings, I put up with your lies.
I gave in to your wishes and your threatened goodbyes.
But here you are again, right before my eyes.
I said, you're not welcome anymore.
I packed up your things and gave them to your mom.
She had the nerve to tell me I shouldn't do this to her son.
So, I told her we are finished, that I'd had it, we are done.
I said, you're not welcome anymore.
I've had the locks changed, so I don't need your key.
Now show some respect and stop bothering me.
No, we can't talk about this, over a nice cup of tea.
I said, you’re not welcome anymore.