tender heart

february 29th

leap year leap day
february twenty ninth
cheap tears on face
february isn't my time

i'll bury the hatchet
or bury my soul
i'll bury your ashes
under my clothes

four years to burn
then death is revived
graves overturned
then out you climb

before that day comes
i'll leap so far away
won't play front-
line up for that day

so fuck the leap year
it's for you and for her
everything's a blur
but it's nothing i deserve