When I Forgive You

My grandma grew up in the '30s, she's a Catholic through and through

I would've understood if she had been abrasive and confused

She could've turned away and simply washed her hands of it

Instead, she's bragging to her friends how great her grandson is

It makes me wonder, would it all change if we just sat down to speak?

I'm not fed up with you for fearing something that you've never seen

When people painted you a picture of who I am, supposedly

It's not surprising that you're trying to not get too close to me

All your violence, all your venom

Won't come close to getting rid of me

And at the pearly gates, all those statements you made

Will suddenly be things you didn't really mean

I find it strange to hold such hatred for a stranger

You'll find it strange when I hold kindness to your anger

I find it strange, this shape you mold me into

And you'll find it strange when I forgive you

My grandma grew up in a Catholic school and never misses Mass

I wouldn't blame her, if at her age, it was all too much to grasp

And she don't know all of the proper terminology and words

But at 83, her love for me is what made her want to learn

'Cause I'm not an act of revolution that you're watching on the news

I bet you'd like me if we talked, I bet you wouldn't have a clue

And when the swords are to the side, when the army finally falls

You'll see we're just two human beings, not too different after all

All your violence, all your venom

Won't come close to getting rid of me

And at the pearly gates, all those statements you made

Will suddenly be things you didn't really mean

I find it strange to hold such hatred for a stranger

You'll find it strange when I hold kindness to your anger

I find it strange, this shape you mold me into

And you'll find it strange when I forgive you

When I forgive you