Polaroid

I’ll never be as pure as that

Polaroid beside your bed

The real me’s got the shine rubbed off

And I can’t fit in a plastic bag

I can promise that I will fall

Short of what we both expect

But when the coffee’s gone to bitter, take the sweeter one instead

If there was a window through

Which I could see myself like you do

There wouldn’t be anything

Left for me to live up to

I won’t waste another minute

Cutting out my weaknesses

Cause I know that if this world broke

I wouldn’t try to replace it

When we are the shells of ourselves

It’s so easy to forget

That all I have to do is be the person you already think I am

If there was a window through

Which I could see myself like you do

There wouldn’t be anything

Left for me to live up to