Polaroid ghosts

Verse 1

I found your laugh tucked in the corner of my mind,

Like a photograph that time forgot to rewind.

Coffee stains on letters, your perfume on the air,

My heart keeps paging through us, but you’re never there.

City lights like confessions, they blur and then they go,

I keep reaching for a picture that’s colder than the snow.

Hook

Polaroid ghosts on my nightstand, holding on to a frame (oh)

You haunt the edges of my song, whisper my name (yeah)

Every memory’s a mirror, every mirror cuts the same

Polaroid ghosts, you love me then—leave me with the ache (mm)

Verse 2

Late texts that say “miss you” but they never say why,

Empty bed, empty bottle, I pretend I don’t cry.

Your voice is in the hallway, just out of reach and low,

I play it back like a record for a feeling I can’t hold.

Rain tracing windows like fingerprints of our past,

I’m trying to let go slow but these shadows hold me fast.

Hook

Polaroid ghosts on my nightstand, holding on to a frame (hold on)

You haunt the edges of my song, whisper my name (whisper)

Every memory’s a mirror, every mirror cuts the same

Polaroid ghosts, you love me then—leave me with the ache (leave me)

Verse 3

I walk through old rooms where your laughter used to live,

The clock keeps stealing minutes that I can’t forgive.

Friends say “move on,” but they don’t see what I keep—

A thousand little moments that won’t let me sleep.

Your shadow’s in the doorway even when the door’s closed tight,

I’m learning how to breathe through the memory of your night.

Hook

Polaroid ghosts on my nightstand, holding on to a frame (mm)

You haunt the edges of my song, whisper my name (you do)

Every memory’s a mirror, every mirror cuts the same

Polaroid ghosts, you love me then—leave me with the ache (oh)

Verse 4

Some nights I build a skyline out of all the things we were,

Construct a skyline of could’ve-beens that only I prefer.

I trace the margin of your smile like a secret I can’t tell,

Every little recollection like a tolling, distant bell.

Maybe time will soften edges, maybe time will change the view,

But for now I’m still in silver, stuck in pictures of you.

Hook (Final)

Polaroid ghosts on my nightstand, holding on to a frame (holding on)

You haunt the edges of my song, whisper my name (whisper)

Every memory’s a mirror, every mirror cuts the same

Polaroid ghosts, you love me then—leave me with the ache

Outro

So I tuck the photos deeper, try to mend the broken shelf (mm)

Talk to sleeping ceilings like they know me better than myself.

Polaroid ghosts, don’t fade too fast — let me learn to see (let me see)

How to live with all this love and the hollow that you leave. (yeah)

Porque music

Te veo cuando te veo

Otro