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 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?
And God bless you in your travels,
in your conquests and queries.
8 years ago
9 years ago