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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.

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Artist: turner, frank