Virginia's 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'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, so little to me

I can't seem to deal with something more

When everyone will fall back

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

crying out my eyelids

Cause it's hard to be a man

when you're scared just 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, a little too mean

And I can't see the point of patient love

When everyone just wants to get fucked