No Pressure Over Cappucino
And you're like a 90's JesusAnd you revel in your psychosisHow dare you...And you sample concepts like hors d'euvresAnd you eat their questions for dessertand is it just me or is it hot in here
And you're like a 90's KennedyAnd you're really a million years oldYou can't fool meThey'll throw opinions like rocks in riotsAnd they'll stumble around like hypocritesand 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 NoahAnd they laughed at you asyou packed all of your thingsAnd they wonder why you're frustratedAnd they wonder why you're so angryAnd is it just me or are you fed up?
"...And may God bless you in your travels in your conquests and queries..."