NO PRESSURE OVER CAPPUCCINO

And you're like a 90's Jesus
And you revel in your psycosis
How dare you
And you sample concepts like hords d'euvres
And you eat their questions for dessert
Is it just me or it not 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 strumble 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 frustated
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.
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