forgive

I'm ghosting my hometown friends, but none of it's on purpose

When I let the guilt sink in, I feel like a bad person

And I know it's not my fault, the distance is far too long

But in my defense, they don't call me either

I'm picking up bad habits and building a tolerance

I'm smoking a cigarette in the backyards of friends of friends

And I've never felt much hell like the burn of my Christian guilt

Perpetual sin, it kills all my fire

Well, maybe I've tried all that I could

Maybe I've changed or maybe I should

'Cause I'm getting tired inside my own skin

So maybe I owe it to myself to forgive

Staying up way too late, forgetting to eat something

Then I underestimate quite how much is on my plate

'Cause then I'm awake all night, obsessed with my appetite

Then I wonder why I'm sick in the morning

Well, maybe I've tried all that I could

Maybe I've changed or maybe I should

'Cause I'm getting tired inside my own skin

So maybe I owe it to myself to forgive

I beat myself up again, make up some consequence

Knowing that isn't productive or positive

Years of my life I've spent craving repentance

Resenting the fact that I go back again and again

And again and again and again

And again and again and again

Maybe I've tried all that I could

And again and again