We can turn the guilt between our fingertips, wondering,
if we can’t forgive ourselves for all the small things,
how can we forgive ourselves for anything?
Confess our sins at a broken down payphone late at night,
heard by no one but a dead end road.
Maybe we don’t deserve this 25 cent salvation –
a dial tone buzzing on and on.
I know you’re tired of tasting apologies between my teeth,
for all these things I can no longer change.