So here I go,
I know this feeling awfully well,
I could build a camera custom made,
To tape record the smell,
Of the perfume that we used to share,
Until you spilled it on the floor,
What more,
Could anybody ask for.
I remember you, polaroid,
The glitter and the glue and all that noise,
I should probably sort of miss you,
But I see you all the time, polaroid.
Up up and away in my beautiful cliché,
I have wasted too much precious time pretending I