And you're like a 90's Jesus

And you revel in your psychosis

How dare you?



You sample concepts like hors d'oeurves

And you eat their questions for dessert

And is it just me or is it hot in here?



And you're like a 90's Kennedy

And you're only a million years old

They can't fool you



They'll throw opinions like rocks in riots

And they'll stumble around like hypocrites

And is it just me or is it dark in here?



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

Is it just me or are you fed up



And god bless you in you're travels

in your conquests and queries...