Letra de Closet Prophet

Well I'm an accidental anarchist
Still don't have my drivers liscense, yet
And I don't ride bikes like some punks do
Well I just walk 'till there's holes in my shoes
And there's tape on my sole and a hole in my chest that's next to a Heart that's sending
Dirty looks back to the kid with the 395 dollar vintage punk leather jacket
And I don't think I could ever write song
That you could relate to
But you probably say you do
And who the hell am I to judge you?
Yeah, who the hell am I to judge you?
Oh, I'm your closet prophet
And your bible says I'm long overdue