And youre like a 90s Jesus And you revel in your psychosis How dare you? And you sample concepts like hors doeurves And you eat their questions for dessert And is it just me or is it hot in here? And youre like a 90s Kennedy And youre really a million years old You cant fool me Theyll throw opinions like rocks in riots And theyll 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 have or hold a child You will learn to lose everything We are temporary arrangements And youre like a 90s Noah And they laughed at you As you packed all of your things And they wonder why youre frustrated And they wonder why youre so angry And is it just me or are you fed up? God bless you in your travels In your conquests and queries
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