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