The Aftermath

I'm wondering if my thoughts of her

Have ever crossed her thoughts of me

And if they're half as clear as mine

And if there'll ever be a time

For us to journey once again

As lovers and as trusted friends

What if the best is yet to come

And this was only the first part run

Get a hold of yourself

Don't worry about the aftermath

There is no one after you

Or on your back

There is no one after you

But the everyday just can't compete

Whit the beauty of a Polaroid

Where the fairytale endures complete

And her eyes are always full of joy

Like a frozen glimpse of butterflies

On a colorized celluloid sky

She waves her cheerful last goodbye

And begs for me to let passed things slide

Get a hold of yourself

Don't worry about the aftermath

There is no one after you

No one on your back

There is no one after you