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 ahold of yourself

Don't worry about the aftermath

There is no one after you

Or on your back

Get ahold of yourself

And don't worry about the aftermath

There is no one after you

And there is no one after you

There is no one after you

But the everyday just can't compete

With the beauty of a Polaroid

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 past things slide

And get ahold of yourself

And don't worry about the aftermath

'Cause there is no one after you

No one on your back

And get ahold of yourself

And don't worry about the aftermath

There is no one after you

There is no one after you