Frank Turner - Wisdom Teeth lyrics
[Frank Turner - Wisdom Teeth lyrics]
It’s been eighteen months since
I kissed you once
So just saying "Hi" just isn’t going to fly
But, if you give me a clue
And a minute or two
Then I might remember your name
And I hate to insist that
I was really that pissed
But to tell the truth, in my flush of youth
I would drown my sight until faces
And nights seemed the same
And a nervous shrug and an awkward hug
Won’t get me out of the hole that I’ve dug
So I slip the noose with a poor excuse
And talk to someone, anyone else
And I sit with my friends
And I try to pretend
That I never did that sort of thing again
But, I’m lying to myself
And suddenly it’s as clear as clear could be
I’m not quite the perfect man
That I hoped I’d be
And though I always tried to
Live an honest life
To tell my truth I’ve told my share of lies
I remember you, of course I do
But, I don’t recall how many
Times we’ve been through
This little game, that always ends the same
With you sad and me far away
And every time I repeat the line
That the fault’s not mine and I wasn’t unkind
But the worst part is that I’ve
Got nothing else to say
And all the pretty little pictures
Of faith and firm devotion
That I painted as a child
Well they have fallen by the wayside
Along with all my puppy-fat
But my days have taught me this
That every day I spend pretending that
I always choose the right path
Is a day that I choose the wrong
Oh, yes my wisdom teeth have
Been giving me grief
They woke me up to find that
I’m exactly the kind of
Guy I said that I’d rather be dead than be
In the days before I got laid
I kissed you once
So just saying "Hi" just isn’t going to fly
But, if you give me a clue
And a minute or two
Then I might remember your name
And I hate to insist that
I was really that pissed
But to tell the truth, in my flush of youth
I would drown my sight until faces
And nights seemed the same
And a nervous shrug and an awkward hug
Won’t get me out of the hole that I’ve dug
So I slip the noose with a poor excuse
And talk to someone, anyone else
And I sit with my friends
And I try to pretend
That I never did that sort of thing again
But, I’m lying to myself
And suddenly it’s as clear as clear could be
I’m not quite the perfect man
That I hoped I’d be
And though I always tried to
Live an honest life
To tell my truth I’ve told my share of lies
I remember you, of course I do
But, I don’t recall how many
Times we’ve been through
This little game, that always ends the same
With you sad and me far away
And every time I repeat the line
That the fault’s not mine and I wasn’t unkind
But the worst part is that I’ve
Got nothing else to say
And all the pretty little pictures
Of faith and firm devotion
That I painted as a child
Well they have fallen by the wayside
Along with all my puppy-fat
But my days have taught me this
That every day I spend pretending that
I always choose the right path
Is a day that I choose the wrong
Oh, yes my wisdom teeth have
Been giving me grief
They woke me up to find that
I’m exactly the kind of
Guy I said that I’d rather be dead than be
In the days before I got laid