Jimmy Eat World

TABLE FOR GLASSES

Sweep the dirty stairs, the ones I waited on.
This is just for me.
I felt it watching her.
It happens too fast to make sense of it.
To make it last.
Where do you intend to go with your dirty dress?
Lead my skeptic sight to the table and the light.
It happened too fast to make sense of it.
To make it last.
Not asking of me anything, saying nothing about what it means,
without anybody telling me how I should feel,
lead my skeptic sight.
— Jimmy Eat World

FOR ME THIS IS HEAVEN

The first star I see may not be a star.
We can’t do a thing but wait.
So let’s wait for one more.

The time such clumsy time in deciding if it’s time.
I’m careful but not sure how it goes.
You can lose yourself in your courage.

When the time we have now ends.
When the big hand goes round again.
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?

The mindless comfort grows
when I’m alone with my ‘great’ plans.
This is what she says gets her through it:
"If I don’t let myself be happy now then when?"
If not now when?

When the time we have now ends.
When the big hand goes round again.
Can you still feel the butterflies?
Can you still hear the last goodnight?
–Jimmy Eat World