And you're like a 90's Jesus

And you revel in your psychosis

How dare you?

And you sample concepts like hors d'oeuvres

And you eat their questions for dessert

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

Is it just me or is it dark in here?

You may never be or have a husband

You may 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

Is it just me or are you fed up?

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