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 [bad word] friends
What if the best is yet [bad word] 
And this was only the first [bad word] 

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
'Cause there is no one after you

But the everyday just [bad word] 
With the beauty of a polaroid
Where the fairytale [bad word] 
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 she begs for me to let passed things slide

Get a hold of yourself
Don't worry about the aftermath
'Cause there is no one after you
No one on your back
Get a hold of yourself
Don't you worry about the aftermath
'Cause there is no one after you
There is no one after you