Lyrics:

Never been to a church on Sunday
Guess I always just felt alright
Never had much of a patience
Waiting on another, take
I'm not a protest marcher
I'm not a pundit's son
Never seen the right side of talking
Talking leads to driving unless you're on the run
And I will not forgive you but I might turn a blind eye
And I would love your better if your don't emit your light
I'd rather be a trigger than hold it all inside
I'm walking on my own now
So long
If I ever found it again I would never pick it up Or donate it? to any other
And I will not forgive you but I might turn a blind eye
And I would love your better if your don't emit your light
I'd rather be a trigger than holding it all inside.
And I will not forgive you but I might turn a blind eye
And I would love your better if you don't emit your light
I'd rather be a trigger than hold it all inside
I'd rather be a trigger