And you're like a 90s Jesus
And you revel in your pyschosis
How dare you
And you sample concepts like hor d'voures
And you eat their questions for dessert
Is it just me or is it hot in here?
And you're like a 90s Kennedy
And you're really a million years old
You can't fool me
And 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?
You may never be or have a husband
You may never be or have a child
You will learn to lose everything
We are temporary arrangements
And you're like a 90s Noah
And they laughed at you when you packed
All your things
And they wonder why you're frustrated
And they wonder why you're so angry
Is it just me or are you fed up?
