Leap Year

Never been to a church on Sunday
Guess I’ve always just felt allright
Never had much of a patience
For waiting on another take on what it takes to sleep at night
I am not a protest marcher
I am not a pundit’s son
Never seen the right side of talking
Talking’s never right unless you own a gun
I will not forgive you but I might turn a blind eye
I would love your better if you don’t admit you lied
I’d rather be a traitor than hold it all inside
I am walking on my own now
Lost the crutch I had so long
If I ever found it again
I would never pick it up I don’t need any other friends
I will not forgive you but I might turn a blind eye
I would love your better if you don’t admit you lied
I’d rather be a traitor than hold it all inside
I will not forgive you but I might turn a blind eye
I would love your better if you don’t admit you lied
I’d rather be a traitor than hold it all inside
I’d rather be a traitor