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
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
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
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