No Pressure Over Cappuccino

And you're like a 90's jesus And you revel in your psychosis How dare you And you sample concepts like hors d'euvres And you eat their questions for dessert Is it just me or is it hot in here? And you're like a 90's kennedy And you're really a million years old You can't fool me They'll throw opinions like rocks in riots And they'll stumble around like hypocrites Is it just me or is it dark in here? Well you may never be or have a husband You may never have or hold a child You will learn to loose everything We are temporary arrangements And you're like a 90's noah And they laughed at you when you packed all of your things And they wonder why you're frustrated And they wonder why you're so angry And is it just me or are you fed up? And may god bless you in your travels in your conquests and queries