its been eighteen months since i kissed you once so just saying hi just isnt 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 wont get me out of the hole that ive 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 im lying to myself and suddenly its as clear as clear could be im not quite the perfect man that i hoped id be and though i always tried to live an honest life to tell my truth ive told my share of lies i remember you of course i do but i dont recall how many times weve 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 faults not mine and i wasnt unkind but the worst part is that ive 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 im exactly the kind of guy i said that id rather be dead than be in the days before i got laid 