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