No Pressure over Cappuccino

And you’re like a nineties Jesus

And you revel in your psychosis

How dare you?

And you sample concepts like hors d’oevres

And you eat their questions for dessert

Is it just me or is it hot in here?

And you’re like a nineties Kennedy

And you’re really a million years old

You can’t fool me

You’ll throw opinions like rocks in riots

And you’ll stumble around like hypocrites

Is it just me or is it dark in here?

Well you may never be a high husband

You may never have a whole child

You will learn to lose everything

Be a temporary arrangement

Ai-yi-yi...

And you’re like a nineties 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?

Ai-yi-yi...

God bless you in your travels

In your conquests and your queries