Besedila: Blake Babies. Disappear.

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
No, 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
Hope they don't invite him in again
What I wouldn't do, go back to ninety-two
And erase the moment I met you and make you disappear

Make you disappear
Make you disappear
Make you disappear