Wisdom Teeth

[Produced By Ben Lloyd & Frank Turner] 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