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