Tributary - Confession (My Name Is Flyboy) Lyrics

I found this old f*cked up phone
In the garbage outside
The old church we used to go to
When my Dad was alive
And I've
Been taking baths in the fountain
Between Logan Hall
Where after the masses they'd hand out free donuts
But now
They'll call the cops faster than I can get dried
In the baking sun
Of the Central Valley
I've never touched a pack of smokes
But holy smokes the awful air quality is killing the vibe
And people probably
F*ck
The nights are still cold
Really freeze any sense of joy
Only warmth I've got is this hand me down Corduroy
Sweater did I pronounce that right shit
I gave up and gave in one winter
Walked into confession
He judged me in silence
Offered no words of condolence
And commanded three prayers for penitence
It was there that I knew I was done