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 $#&@