Saturday As Usual Lyrics - A Collection Of Songs: Recorded 1995-1997 - Bright Eyes

Virginia is almost sleeping 

The night is getting older 

There's static on the TV 

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 

'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 

That 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 

Cryin' out my eyelids, 'cause it's hard to be a man 

When you are scared just like a little kid 

World's become a little too mean, a little too mean, a little too mean 

A little too mean, a little too mean, a little too mean 

And I can't see the point of patient love 

When everyone just wants to get fucked