Sherwood Is Connector

In the absence of bigger problems
 We learned to magnify the small ones
 Shuffle forward on your heels to keep from drifting
 To keep ourselves from backing through the door
 The times we stayed up on the phone
 The times we wandered off alone
 Can you still reach us?
 Can we still reach beyond the arms of the chair?
 The things we bought and never used
 The times we sought our own abuse
 And did it teach us?
 Is the pencil doomed to trace through its old grooves?
 We will walk back home
 We will wake back up
 Day late for class so we stopped showing up
 Aged state of glass policed and kept breaking up
 And it shimmered haplessly, but we gave it up
 Said blue ink lasts longer than black
 There's no significance in that
 The times we polished our own shoes
 The times we tied them on too loose and never knew
 The times we came up with a plan
 The times we came to understand
 Without you, there's no use
 Mom found out...
 Over my shoulder I saw you turning back around
 And we believe it now, still no matter how I try
 Everything's out of place
 And from far away, it still looks the same
 It's not your fault we couldn't change
 It's not your fault we couldn't fix our old mistakes
 "Where was our luck when we needed it?"
 Found a solid place to stand
 As long as we could keep still
 Counted our last remaining breaths
 As a measure of success