Sherman Is Connector

What are you gonna do this weekend?
What are you gonna do with your life?
Standing next to a bookcase
Standing next to a mirror
Standing over the balcony at night

Saved up
Change for a whole year
Clothes in the dryer
Bed in the elevator
Hands are cold
Your breath is cold

Is it coming tomorrow?
Sleeping in to keep us grounded here
Is it over tomorrow?
Cause you couldn’t believe it’s still going
Said it’s coming tomorrow
Said you wouldn’t believe in anything
Said it’s over tomorrow
What you came to believe in anyway
Stayed up late
To celebrate we’re still awake

Mom found out
She grounded us

Pen smeared across your palm
Showed up naked to class
Tossing, turning back and forth
Fence you climbed over last fall
They put a wire frame
Your feet won’t fit inside the holes
Now you’d better leave it running
You’d better hold it in
You’d better swing it back and forth
Space, a stray meteoroid
Caught the corner of your eye
So insignificant, the whole
You never felt so small

Scribbled down your name to apply
Sulked inside

Kissed her in the car
And she tore you to pieces
When she left you, she left you

Store we visited downtown
Put up a dozen signs
We saw them taking them back down
Dove into the stereo
And cracked your head open
Are your ears still ringing now?
Spring, you took the jar from the shelf
The living room table
Was covered up all afternoon
When you took it to the bank,
You’d saved two hundred bucks
You’d never held so much at once before
And you bought something nice