virginia is almost sleeping 
the night is getting older 
there is static on the tv 
and she's lying on the sofa 
the cats crawl over her 

jenny is 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 
because 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 
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 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 because it's hard to Be a man 
when you are scared like a little kid 
the world has become a little too mean 
and i can't see the point of patient love 
when everyone just wants to get fucked