Oil In The Water

Most people, they tell you they forgive
But few of them actually ever drain the ugly away

Every little transgression
Every little step across the line
Becomes something

Akin to a treasured bedtime story
Replayed and repeated
Over and over and over again

These same people 
Are the ones 
Who wonder why other people
Can't get beyond their little missteps
It's a peculiar hypocrisy, I know

All of the sins committed
Every single foul deed perpetrated
Forgiven

Theirs
Not yours
No shame