The song was a joynBy the end of the chorusnI was movednI was changednAnd I never got to hear the singer's namenAs I drove out of rangennShe had to gonSee a few dozen things went wrongnThough a thousand nOthers went rightnAnd I know now what it was I meant to saynInstead of saying good nightnnI'll be the world's best ex-boyfriendnI will be sweetnI will be graciousnAnd the work I've donenWill be built uponnAnd talked about for agesnnOur love was a templenOur love was a brothelnOur voices were despondentnThe deities weptnWho watched me try to build a monumentnFrom the scraps that you leftnnI'll be the world's best ex-boyfriendnI will be graciousnI will play dumbnAnd the work I've donenWill be built uponnAnd discussed for years to comennThe song was a joynI've forgotten the chorusnI've forgotten the versesnIn betweennLike the water that I toweled off me is gone butnI am cleannnI am the world's best ex-boyfriendnI am a saintnI am a starnAnd the work I've donenWill be built uponnAnd admired from afarnAnd the work I've donenWill be built uponnAnd admired from afarnnI'll be the world's best ex-boyfriendnI'll be the world's best ex-boyfriendnI'll be the world's best ex-boyfriendnI'll be the world's best ex-boyfriendnnI am the world's best ex-boyfriendnI am the world's best ex-boyfriendnI am the world's best ex-boyfriendnI am the world's best ex-boyfriend