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