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