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?

May God bless you in your travels
In your conquests and queries