flora cash - a prophet or a bastard Lyrics

I blew my mind today
To a place I haven’t seen
Since I was eight
I wrote some lines today
To remind me
Where I’m going anyway
To remind me
What I need
If I should stay
Remind me
Who I am
Oh no
I don’t remember
Who I am

You better leave tomorrow
My love
‘cause I will bring you sorrow
But I don’t mean no harm, no
My love
You better leave tomorrow

Is anybody home?
Your dad is on the phone
He’s sorry that he’s not there

He can’t even become
He can’t even be loved
He can’t even be flattered

I’m sorry little one
For what you will become
A prophet
Or a bastard true,
Time to
Tidy up

You better leave tomorrow
My love
‘cause I will bring you sorrow
But I don’t mean no harm, no
My love
You better leave tomorrow you better leave tomorrow
My love
‘cause I will bring you sorrow
But I don’t mean no harm, no
My love
You better leave tomorrow