Polaroids

Sick to my stomach

By the vending machines

They talk to me

I miss it back home where I could really be free

Free to be something

I could let go

If that's what you wanted

But I know you really want to talk

Polaroid pictures by the side of my bed

Stuck in my head

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Going big quicker

Was it something I said?

Stuck in my head

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Everything's playing like a movie scene

And I see these four walls in the land of bad dreams

They make me

Sick to my stomach

By the vending machines

They talk to me

I miss it back home where I could really be free

Free to be something

Fall, fall, turn the lights up

Crawl, crawl, set my mind up

I know it's getting hard for you my dear

Oh

Soul, soul, pack your life up

Run away with someone I don't know that I trust

It's easier to burn with love than fear

Oh, oh

Kidding, hiding

Bet the hard part is deciding

Drowning, smiling

And I feel

Sick to my stomach

By the vending machines

They talk to me

I miss it back home where I could really be free

Free to be something

Sick to my stomach

By the vending machines

They talk to me

I miss it back home where I could really be free

Free to be something

Free to be something

Oh, oh