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