And you're like a 90's Noah
We are temporary arrangements
You will learn to loose everything
They'll throw opinions like rocks in riots
And they laughed at you
And they'll stumble around like hypocrites
Is it just me or is it dark in here?
You may never have or hold a child
And you're like a 90's Kennedy
And they wonder why you're so angry
And is it just me or is it hot in here?
And is it just me or are you fed up?
As you packed all of your things
God bless you in your travels
And they wonder why you're frustrated
You can't fool me
You may never be or have a husband
And you sample concepts like hors d'oeurves
And you're really a million years old
How dare you?
And you eat their questions for dessert