No Pressure Over Capuccino

nd youre like a 90s Jesus
And you revel in your psychosis
How dare you?

You sample concepts like hors d'oeurves
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 only a million years old

Theyll throw opinions like rocks in riots
And theyll stumble around like hypocrites
And is it just me or is it dark in here?

You may never be or have a husband
You may never be or have a child
You will learn to lose everything
We are temporary arrangements

And youre like a 90s Noah
And they laughed at you when you packed all of your things

And they wonder why youre frusturated
And they wonder why youre so angry
Is it just me or are you set up.