Letra Polaroid - Portastatic

Polaroid

I must thank you for so much lavish attention
For beating me so senseless with affection
So all this time I’ve been screaming for nothing
Well, you can show me a picture of that, still I don’t believe it
It’s fucked that I can’t deal
Though I know it’s my own pill
I say these things, but I can’t say them really
What’s this thing you’ve dragged from the bottom of the can
With all the plastic bags, bottles, and magazines
It’s bluish and blurry at the edges
It twists something inside of me
Push that button of the camera, take a piece of me
It’s fucked that I can’t deal
Though I know it’s my own pill
I say these things, but I can’t say them really
Wheeze and cough, try to sing
Wheeze and cough, attempt to sing
I say these things, but I can’t say them to you