Saturday as Usual

Virginia is almost sleeping The night is getting older There's static on the TV She's lying on the sofa The cats crawl over her Jenny is in the garage She's got the car in neutral She rolls it out so quietly It's Saturday as usual It always is And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook 'Cause my hand thinks I'm an artist But my heart knows I'm a poet It's just words they mean so little to me, so little to me, so little to me So little to me, so little to me, so little to me, so little to me That I can't seem to deal with total trust There is something very wrong with me Daddy's in the backyard His hands are getting dirty And mom is in the kitchen And her cake says that I'm thirteen Another year My brother went to college To become a doctor And if he studies hard enough He'll end up just like father Who hates his life And me I'm in the bathroom Cryin' out my eyelids, 'cause it's hard to be a man When you are scared just like a little kid World's become a little too mean, a little too mean, a little too mean A little too mean, a little too mean, a little too mean And I can't see the point of patient love When everyone just wants to get f**ked