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