Polaroid - Portastatic

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