Lyric

Photos on the floor like fallen teeth

Memories with dust beneath the sheets

Shadows of a laughter I forgot

Faces that I almost recognize, then not

Every time I close my eyes they start to glow

Little frozen windows in a row

But the details never fully come to life

Just enough to cut me like a knife

Sleepless Polaroids stuck inside my mind

Developing forever in the dark behind my eyes

Sleepless Polaroids hanging by a thread

Every half-formed moment keeps me leaning off the ledge

Streetlights in the corner of the frame

Reflections that refuse to say their name

Hands that almost reach but disappear

Leaving only outlines tangled up in fear

Every heartbeat shaking in the grain

Static in the colors of the pain

If I tear them up and let them fall

Will I miss them when I don’t recall?

Sleepless Polaroids stuck inside my mind

Developing forever in the dark behind my eyes

Sleepless Polaroids floating out of sync

Every blurred-out image pulls me further from the brink

Maybe all these pictures are just ghosts

Of the different selves I needed most

If I let them flicker, fade, and burn

Maybe I can find the me who still returns

Every corner emptying of light

Makes a little space for something bright

If I face the night without their guide

Will I finally feel alive inside?

Sleepless Polaroids falling from my mind

Scattering like ashes as I step across the line

Sleepless Polaroids losing all their hold

I am not their prisoner, I am not their mold