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