Saturday as Usual

It's just words they mean so little to me, so little to me, so little to me
And I can't see the point of patient love
The cats crawl over her
Who hates his life
She's got the car in neutral
And her cake says that I'm thirteen
She's lying on the sofa
His hands are getting dirty
It's Saturday as usual
And mom is in the kitchen
A little too mean, a little too mean, a little too mean

World's become a little too mean, a little too mean, a little too mean
Cryin' out my eyelids, 'cause it's hard to be a man
My brother went to college
There's static on the TV

He'll end up just like father

So little to me, so little to me, so little to me, so little to me
There is something very wrong with me
And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook
Daddy's in the backyard
Another year

It always is
She rolls it out so quietly
When you are scared just like a little kid

And me I'm in the bathroom
'Cause my hand thinks I'm an artist
Jenny is in the garage
To become a doctor
That I can't seem to deal with total trust
And if he studies hard enough

But my heart knows I'm a poet