lately words awkwardly fall out of me    like your first at bat    missing and all that    and I can’t seem to finish a simple sentence, a thought progression   guess I need not mention when I stop to think   I forget everything    and you can’t write it down   it’s no verb or no noun    it’s like a story told ‘fore you ever get old    or like a seventh sense or is coincidence   Then we think we’re torn, when really we’re just worn    and when we don’t understand it’s like some divine hand    and as the days do pass, nothing in nature lasts   and I can’t swallow it, it just seems too big to fit   and when the darkness come    androgynous and numb   say no more in ‘04, be like you’re heavens’ door   thank god for chance meetings, chances are our best things    up there with ocean waves, and sleeping in all day    and stayin’ up all night and knowin’ you’re so right    ahh ahh    they’re only words, just leave ‘em out    aint no cynicism gonna get me down   they’re only words