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

In time we learned to wait To gather all the leaves Until the last one fell Away from the tree Over my shoulder I saw You looking back over yours How easy would it be now That we know what we know? All this time we spent waiting around Putting off all the issues too big to face In favor of the smallest of things that we could actually do To feel as though we tried something At least we know we did something Hushed by the sound Of your diastole Tenuous the grasp Til we were asked to leave It’s not keeping it so you won’t forget It’s letting yourself believe you won’t It’s not welcoming sunlight through the shades It’s getting yourself up out of bed It’s not realizing just how bad it was It’s realizing just how bad it gets We last spoke about the future And doesn’t it seem naive All the things we thought we’d see? In time we learned to let The closest ones see What we’d been hiding Underneath the fallen leaves Outside my window I saw No one was looking out yours The best that I could explain You finally packed your things and moved away All this time wondering who’d be there If we’d just gone and knocked on the door But we just rationalized that probably you weren’t home At least you know we thought of you At least we know we did something

Dragged me up Cummerbund I tried taking you out Showed up on my bike You look lovely tonight And we chased the daylight Guess it got away And I found you looking at the floor Shut out Leaning closest to the door You carry yourself You know all our shoes are leaving marks On the gym floor It takes three days to clean them off I would know, my summer job We carried ourselves well I took you back home under the street lights Waited up all night Asked if you had a good time But you couldn’t lie And you just smiled