Sanoja: After The Sirens. Bridges Worth Burning.

One more rainy day serenade
and I tend to fall apart
when the summer shatters recklessly
into masterpieces and melodies
about the day she broke his heart
into a million missing pieces...

Well so much for the sunset,
I tell myself the clouds
would not be here if you were.
And so much for forever;
forever's almost never
what we make it out to be.

One more ever-after will fade
and our friendship falls apart
when your letters yellow helplessly
into folds and creases and memories
about the day you broke his heart
into a million missing pieces...

So much for the sunset baby
So much for forever
maybe you never were,
you never were to me...

Well so much for the sunset
I tell myself the clouds
would not be here if you were,
but you aren't, and they are
and they would, but you won't

No, you won't...