[Verse 1] Been talkin’ to the ceiling fan Blades just spin, won’t say my name Ashtray full of almost prayers Burned down before they reached the flame My fingers got their stories wrong Bent these strings in every bar Every lie I wrapped in song Cut another notch into this guitar [Chorus] So God If You’re listenin’ through the smoke and the scars I ain’t askin’ for a mansion or a brand-new start Just wash this rust from my hands And the dust from these bars If You can’t forgive the man Then forgive this guitar (yeah… this poor guitar) [Verse 2] I sold Sunday for a Friday night Traded scripture for a bathroom stall Wrote Your name in a shaky line Then crossed it out on a crumpled wall Mama said You keep the books Every debt, every quiet sin I been payin’ with these crooked hooks But the tab just keeps rollin’ in [Chorus] So God If You’re listenin’ through the smoke and the scars I ain’t askin’ for a mansion or a brand-new start Just wash this rust from my hands And the dust from these bars If You can’t forgive the man Then forgive this guitar (oh, let it slide, let it slide) [Bridge] [Guitar drops to soft, raw chords] Maybe You remember when I was a kid Humming little hallelujahs into my pillow Now it’s backroom deals and motel sheets And a busted case in the hallway, sittin’ like a widow I fake my faith in the spotlight glare But when the crowd goes home, it’s just me and this chair Me and this neck full of calloused regret I talk, You’re quiet But the strings answer yet [Chorus] So God If You’re listenin’ through the smoke and the scars I ain’t askin’ for a mansion or a brand-new start Just wash this rust from my hands And the dust from these bars If You can’t forgive the man Then forgive this guitar (please… this old guitar) [Outro] [Everything fades, lone voice and guitar] If there’s mercy left in who You are Take me slow But spare This guitar

rap, Gritty blues-alt rock with spoken-word rap male vocals. Swampy overdriven guitar riff, roomy kit with dry kick and brushed snare. Verses almost spoken over sparse, tense chords; chorus opens into strained, melodic shouts with doubled vocals and ghostly reverb tails. Occasional feedback swells and low organ pads creep in on the bridge as the vocal cracks and frays at the edges, then strip back to just voice and guitar for the final line., emotional, vocal, rock, blues, raw, minimal

Forgive Me And This Guitar