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