teenage prophet

Maybe I didn't meet you at the right time and we can
Be friends in the next life
But I don't hang around porcupines who only speak in written lines
A friend of everyone is not a friend of mine

I'm a slack jawed poet with clothes full of moth holes
A teenage prophet pissing off an old pastor while my dogs in heaven
waiting for his old master to come up and play
Life's a crowded room that I got to leave soon cause my friends all laugh and have a blast
While I need room to breathe

Maybe I didn't meet you at the right time and we can
Be friends in the next life
But I don't hang around porcupines who only speak in written lines
A friend of everyone is not a friend of mine



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Gottwald
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