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? 

Well, you may never be or have a husband 
You may never have or hold a child 
You will learn to loose 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? 

And may god bless you in your travels
In your conquests and queries