life without a spine

I can understand your insecurities.
I can understand your concerns.
I do understand that you care.
I do understand a lot.
I can't understand why you would throw me under the bus.
I can't understand why I was feeling badly when I did absolutely nothing wrong.

My understanding is that you are wrong... a lot.
My understanding is that you and the rest are paranoid.
My understanding is that rehashing things that were settled may cover your ass.
They may... for now.

How did a commendation turn into an issue?

I know I cannot look at you the same.
I know I love those kids.
I know I'm not a quitter.
I know.
I know.
I know.

So to hell with your tattling, such a grown-up way to be.
And to hell with the niceties.
I will fulfill my obligation, with patience and love.
All the while knowing, in my heartest of hearts
that you are no "Christian" no matter how many churches you've built.

When you treat your brethren flippantly,
when you tattle and pass the buck,
you know you couldn't say such things to me with a straight face.
Lies lies lies lies
You are not a good person.
I will not fall in line and salute.