(Verse 1) Found a stack on the nightstand, edges curling white A year of heavy shadows and sudden flashes of light There’s the January version of me, coat buttoned to the chin Looking at the camera like I wasn’t sure I’d win The colors are a little bled, the focus isn't great Just a ghost in a hallway, leaning on the weight Of a person I don’t recognize, a skin I used to wear Before the winter melted and the smoke cleared out the air. (Chorus) Shake 'em till the colors come true From the charcoal grey to the electric blue Every month’s a frame, a little frozen time Trying to find the rhythm, trying to find the rhyme I’m looking at these Polaroids, laying on the floor And I’m not the person standing in the doorway anymore No, the chemicals have settled, the image finally cleared I’m the one who survived everything that version of me feared. (Verse 2) There’s July in the backyard, laughing through the haze Double-exposed and dizzy in those long-exposure days You can see the moment where the confidence kicked in A little less of "where I've been" and more of "where I begin" Some are overexposed, just a wash of blinding white The mistakes that felt like failures, now they just look like light I’m thumbing through the sequence, the slow and steady change From a world that felt so small to a life that’s wide in range. (Bridge) You can’t go back and fix the blur Or talk to the person that you were You just watch the silver nitrate fade Into the masterpiece you’ve made One frame at a time One step at a time. (Chorus) Shake 'em till the colors come true From the charcoal grey to the electric blue Every month’s a frame, a little frozen time Trying to find the rhythm, trying to find the rhyme I’m looking at these Polaroids, laying on the floor And I’m not the person standing in the doorway anymore No, the chemicals have settled, the image finally cleared I’m the one who survived everything that version of me feared. (Outro) The glossy finish... The sharpest lines... I’m doing better than the girl/boy in the frame sometimes. Just a stack of memories, developer on my hands Looking at the person who finally understands. (Wait for the click) (Wait for the light) Yeah, I’m finally in focus tonight.
