(Verse 1) Fluorescent lights in the 7-Eleven aisle We were eighteen, killing time, doing it in style Your borrowed jacket smelled like smoke and cheap cologne Now I drive past that exit, always feel alone We didn't have a plan, that was the grand design Just tracing constellations in the cracked ceiling tiles of mine Said forever was a word for things we hadn't found Didn't know the echo was the loudest sound (Pre-Chorus) I keep rewinding every Friday night The colors are brighter in black and white It's just a feeling, a static in the air A perfect picture that was never really there (Chorus) Oh, we were living in a Polaroid Haze Fading summer light and borrowed days Trying to stretch out every minute into years Ignoring all the static and the coming tears Now I’m scrolling through the archives, I’m trying to reconnect To a version of myself I can't respect Yeah, we were living in a Polaroid Haze Stuck between the future and the old ways (Verse 2) Saw your sister downtown, she asked me how I’d been I just mumbled something, trying hard to spin A story where I won, where I moved on, you see But every new beginning just brings you back to me I still skip the songs we used to scream in your car Protecting all the memories from a single, ugly scar Maybe the magic wasn't in the moment's gleam But in knowing we were living out a half-forgotten dream (Pre-Chorus) I keep rewinding every Friday night The colors are brighter in black and white It's just a feeling, a static in the air A perfect picture that was never really there (Chorus) Oh, we were living in a Polaroid Haze Fading summer light and borrowed days Trying to stretch out every minute into years Ignoring all the static and the coming tears Now I’m scrolling through the archives, I’m trying to reconnect To a version of myself I can't respect Yeah, we were living in a Polaroid Haze Stuck between the future and the old ways (Bridge) Is it better to remember it wrong, or forget it right? To keep that faded photograph held up against the light? The frame is bending now, the image starts to crack But I still can't find the strength to ever give it back. (Outro) Polaroid Haze... Stuck between the future and the old ways... Fading summer light and borrowed days... (End)
