Saturday as Usual

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