Wisdom Teeth
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โฑ๏ธ 4:17 duration
๐ ID: 3567757
๐ 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 โ
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.
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 โ
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.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.88] It's been eighteen months since I kissed you once,
[00:04.40] So just saying "hi" just isn't going to fly,
[00:09.00] But if you give me a clue and a minute or two,
[00:12.56] Then I might remember your name.
[00:16.14] And I hate to insist that I was really that pissed,
[00:20.69] But to tell the truth, in my flush of youth,
[00:25.29] I would drown my sight until faces and nights seemed the same.
[00:33.33] And a nervous shrug and an awkward hug
[00:36.90] Won't get me out of the hole that I've dug,
[00:41.46] So I slip the noose with a poor excuse
[00:45.09] And talk to someone, anyone else.
[00:49.67] And I sit with my friends and I try to pretend
[00:53.29] That I never did that sort of thing again,
[00:56.84] But I'm lying to myself.
[01:05.80] And suddenly it's as clear as clear could be:
[01:14.01] I'm not quite the perfect man that I hoped I'd be.
[01:21.29] And though I always tried to live an honest life,
[01:29.31] To tell my truth I've told my share of lies.
[01:37.52] I remember you, of course I do,
[01:42.90] But I don't recall how many times we've been through
[01:46.53] This little game, that always ends the same,
[01:50.15] With you sad and me far away.
[01:54.60] And every time I repeat the line
[01:58.22] That the fault's not mine and I wasn't unkind.
[02:02.72] But the worst part is that I've got nothing else to say.
[02:44.25] And all the pretty little pictures of faith and firm devotion
[02:52.32] That I painted as a child,
[02:56.96] Well they have fallen by the wayside, along with all my puppy-fat,
[03:05.00] But my days have taught me this:
[03:08.69] That every day I spend pretending that I always choose the right path
[03:17.35] Is a day that I choose the wrong.
[03:23.68] Oh yes my wisdom teeth have been giving me grief โ
[03:27.29] They woke me up to find that I'm exactly the kind of
[03:32.15] Guy I said that I'd rather be dead than be
[03:36.54] In the days before I got laid.
[04:11.74]
[00:04.40] So just saying "hi" just isn't going to fly,
[00:09.00] But if you give me a clue and a minute or two,
[00:12.56] Then I might remember your name.
[00:16.14] And I hate to insist that I was really that pissed,
[00:20.69] But to tell the truth, in my flush of youth,
[00:25.29] I would drown my sight until faces and nights seemed the same.
[00:33.33] And a nervous shrug and an awkward hug
[00:36.90] Won't get me out of the hole that I've dug,
[00:41.46] So I slip the noose with a poor excuse
[00:45.09] And talk to someone, anyone else.
[00:49.67] And I sit with my friends and I try to pretend
[00:53.29] That I never did that sort of thing again,
[00:56.84] But I'm lying to myself.
[01:05.80] And suddenly it's as clear as clear could be:
[01:14.01] I'm not quite the perfect man that I hoped I'd be.
[01:21.29] And though I always tried to live an honest life,
[01:29.31] To tell my truth I've told my share of lies.
[01:37.52] I remember you, of course I do,
[01:42.90] But I don't recall how many times we've been through
[01:46.53] This little game, that always ends the same,
[01:50.15] With you sad and me far away.
[01:54.60] And every time I repeat the line
[01:58.22] That the fault's not mine and I wasn't unkind.
[02:02.72] But the worst part is that I've got nothing else to say.
[02:44.25] And all the pretty little pictures of faith and firm devotion
[02:52.32] That I painted as a child,
[02:56.96] Well they have fallen by the wayside, along with all my puppy-fat,
[03:05.00] But my days have taught me this:
[03:08.69] That every day I spend pretending that I always choose the right path
[03:17.35] Is a day that I choose the wrong.
[03:23.68] Oh yes my wisdom teeth have been giving me grief โ
[03:27.29] They woke me up to find that I'm exactly the kind of
[03:32.15] Guy I said that I'd rather be dead than be
[03:36.54] In the days before I got laid.
[04:11.74]