virginia's almost sleeping
the night is getting older
there's static on the tv
and she's lying on the sofa
cats crawl over her
jenny's 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 momma's 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 papa
who hates his life
and me i'm in the bathroom
crying out my eyelids cause it's hard to be a man
when you're scared like a little kid
the 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
a little too mean
and i can't see the point of patient love
when everyone just wants to get fucked