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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
