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