I don't want to hear his name
It only makes me feel ashamed of those wasted days
And when i see his face i wish that i could make him disappear
My guitar was getting trashed so i made him give it back
Now he won't let up, saying i took his stuff
I wish that he would just disappear
You can't say i'm anti-everything
I just don't think the whole world owes him something
He's been talking to my friends
I hope they don't invite him in again
What i wouldn't do: go back to '92 and erase the moment i met you
And make you disappear
