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

And 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

And 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?

God bless you in your travels

In your conquests and queries