somehow missing what you’ve been saying between these lines of mine (are all crooked askew)/ well i guess i’m just a little off the beat but it goes on and on anyway, catching me up in symphonies of /seize the day/ it’s your day (every day)/ and so maybe i’ll just keep stumbling after your crazy 3/4 steps/ (but i’ll be laughing all the way) with one hand over my heart and your eyes sparking electric to out-shine this fluorescent night.