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 reallyl 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 lose everything we are temporary arrangements
And you`re like a 90`s Noah
And they laughed at you as you packed all of your things
And they wonder why you`re frustrated
And the wonder why you`re angry
And is it just me or are you fed up?
And may god bless you in your travels
in your conquests and querries