When you moved in you promised
To stay no longer than one day or two
Before I could tell you not to your clothes lay
on the table in my living room
And although I never told you to make
yourself at home you'd do
all of these things that only everyone
apart from you's allowed to do
Drinking from all of my cups and puking
all over my beloved rugs
Therefore the wish in me grew
to squash you like a co*kroach in my dining room
So long, Mister Past. Time to go on cause
you're free at last and I've grown so sick
and tired of you
Go on, Mister. Past. Don't you hold on cause you're free at last and I'm done
with all the games you played
No more no sleepless nights no endless fights
of drinking all of my beer
You heard you're really not welcome
so better leave or I'll make you disappear