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 get a hold of yourself don t worry about the aftermath there is no one after you 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 where the fairytale endures complete and her eyes are always full of joy like a frozen glimpse of butterflies on a colourized celluloid sky she waves her cheerful last goodbye and begs for me to let past things slide get a hold of yourself and don t worry about the aftermath cause there is no one after you no one on your back get a hold of yourself and don t worry about the aftermath there is no one after you there is no one after you1