I once saw a sunset 
so vivid and warm that I swore it was perfect
I once had a lover, 
I'm not sure if I'll recover, 
but I know it was worth it 
Then, last night in the car, 
the falling raindrops looked like stars 
of some incalculable speed 

And I never learned a lesson looking at my own reflection, 
But sometimes it seems useful 
So I loosen my heart strings in high hopes 
Of starting to find something truthful 

Cynicism isn't wisdom, 
It's a lazy way to say that you've been burned 
It seems, if anything, 
You'd be less certain after everything you ever learned