Forgive Me

Who stole the Christmas money from your Gran?
Now it’s too late to pay it back she’s dead and gone
You were caught out pissing in the vestry sink
You were worse for wear with the drink
Now you’re jabbering on to a shrink

Forgive me

It may take a while to shame you into feeling
It’s never too late to address the true meaning
You have made a blind fit of the crime there’s no escaping
Still the wounds are bare and they’re gaping
Still the rules are there for the breaking

Forgive me

At 4 o’clock on the dot
The session ends with a tear
The shrink unwrap the tissue packs
And says get out of here

That was my first and last experience in confession
But it didn’t teach me a lesson
And it didn’t fix my depression
I called you from the station and we met and talked for hours
I bought a bunch of flowers
You said it’s not your place it’s ours

F.O.R.G.I.V.E. Forgive me….

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