Polaroids.

You're this washed out Polaroid
That I could never truly grasp.
You're this frame by frame memory
That my camera just can't catch.

You're the feeling I can't ignore
Can't open my scrapbook anymore,
There's a broken heart,
And an open door,
That I wish these tears could close,
You left me with this heartbreak song,
And the thoughts I have to pose.

You're this washed out Polaroid
That I could never truly grasp
You're this frame by frame memory
That my camera just can't catch.
 
With each tear I try to hold,
With each picture that grows old,
You become a still lover,
Distant stained memories,

Simple Polaroids & used to be's.