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 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 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