Frank Turner - Wisdom Teeth Chords

Standard guitar tuning: 
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 2 fret

Middle 8
"And all the pretty little pictures...")has its own pattern. Its a very simple song.

EDIT: I don't know the names of what I've labelled as #1, #2 and #3. The chord shapes
100% right, but rather than leave the names incorrect, I've decided to change them. If
knows the names, tell me and I'll update this again.

Chords:

Am          Cmaj7       #1          G
e|-----|    e|--0--|    e|--2--|    e|--3--|
B|--1--|    B|--0--|    B|--3--|    B|--3--|
G|--2--|    G|--0--|    G|--0--|    G|--0--|
D|--2--|    D|--2--|    D|--0--|    D|--0--|
A|--0--|    A|--3--|    A|--2--|    A|--2--|
E|-----|    E|-----|    E|-----|    E|--3--|
C           #2          #3          B7          D
e|--0--|    e|--3--|    e|--3--|    e|--2--|    e|--2--|
B|--1--|    B|--3--|    B|--3--|    B|--0--|    B|--3--|
G|--0--|    G|--0--|    G|--0--|    G|--2--|    G|--2--|
D|--2--|    D|--2--|    D|--2--|    D|--1--|    D|--0--|
A|--3--|    A|--3--|    A|--2--|    A|--2--|    A|--0--|
E|-----|    E|-----|    E|--0--|    E|-----|    E|-----|

Lyrics:

It's been Am18 months since I kissed you once

So jCmaj7ust saying 'hi' just isn't gonna fly

But give me a clue, and in 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 sights so that faces and nights
Seemed the same

And a nervous shrug and an awkward hug
Won’t get me out of the hole 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.

    G                                               #2
And suddenly, well it’s as clear as clear could be:

I’m not quite the perfect man that I hoped I’d be.

             G                                    #2
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 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.

B7                        #3           D              C
And all the pretty little pictures of faith and firm devotion

That I painted as a child,

B7                            #3       D                C
Well they have fallen by the wayside, along with all my puppy-fat,

But my days have taught me this:

B7                         #3            D                  C
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.

And suddenly it’s as clear as clear could be:
I’m not quite the perfect man that I hoped I’d be.
And I always tried to live an honest life,

To tell my truth I’ve told my share of lies.