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