Lately I've been waking up With no incentive of forward Saturday evenings in my bed Staring at the ceiling borders My pen's gone and dried up There's no more Indian ink To make use of my wounds And get lost in the pink But you get it, don't you That's what happens when a dreamer Becomes a little meaner And says that she just grew Lately I've been going out 'Cause I don't like my house no more Falling in love to pass the time I am my heart's whore Kept your flowers for too long They've lost their scent Maybe it's just me I'm bitter 'Cause I don't know where the years went But you get it, don't you That's what happens when a dreamer Becomes a little meaner And says that she just grew But you get it, don't you 'Cause one upon a time you my honey But happiness don't make money So I went ahead and said I grew But you get it, don't you That's what happens when a dreamer Becomes a little meaner And says that she just grew