No Pressure Over Cappucino Video (MV)

And you're like a nineties 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
And is it just me, or is it hot in here?

And you're like an nineties 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?

Well, you may never be or have a husband
You may never have or hold a child
You will learn to lose ev'rything
We are temporary arrangements

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?

And God bless you in your travels
In your conquests and queries uh