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
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