Saturday As Usual

Virginia is almost sleeping, that night is getting older
 There's static on the TV, she's lying on the sofa
 The cats crawl over her
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 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
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 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
 I can't seem to something more when everyone will fall back
 Daddy's in the backyard, his hands are getting dirty
 And mum is in the kitchen, and her cake says that I'm 13
 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, too mean
 A little too mean
 And I can't see the point of patient love
 When everyone just wants to get fucked