Cynicism

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 Then later, my friend said, "Good to see you again, this is a home to me" So I wrote a song and I called it 'The Love Of My Life' Said, "Don't be gone long" But now it sings me to sleep every night 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