Don't come to me asking for redemption
I gave last Christmas
Hella good it did
Now I'm more careful
where I spend my forgiveness
I'd give my last dollar to a busker,
my last smoke to a truant kid
before I'd give you a damn
You want atonement, go to a priest
or a whore
They make money listening
to lies
You can count your sins
You can count your rosary beads
You can count me gone, and
I'll count myself lucky.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Fireblossom Friday, Redemption
