And you're like a 90's Jesus
And you revel in your psychosis
How dare you?
You sample concepts like hors d'heurves
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.
You can't fool me.
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 be or have 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 set up

And God bless you in your travels, in your conquests, and queries