[Verse 1]
Just like a song, you remind me, my goddess in the streetlight glow
A tucked-away refrain that keeps the midnight slow
Let me pin these winters on a Polaroid — the corners yellow, edge numbers run
Breath fogs the subway glass, your wool collar tucked against the hum
[Pre-Chorus]
Coin-chime on the corner, laughter caught between the cars
Your laugh a locket; my fingers tracing film and scars
Hold me close, the city softens like a record skipping twice
In this quick-lit frame we bargain for a slice of paradise
[Chorus]
This last Polaroid of us — freeze this night, our last December light
Hold the tilt, the crooked grin, the way the snow fell white
This last Polaroid of us — press the print and let it cure
A snapshot heartbeat, paper warm and sure
[Verse 2]
We move like lamplight along a river of parked cars and stale coffee steam
Your shadow writes our names on the glass where the neon bleeds
Numbers run along the film edge like a secret everybody knows
We trade small truths under streetlamps, pockets full of thrown-out prose
[Pre-Chorus — Variation]
Frost on the taxi window, your hand finding mine again
We trade a glance like currency, a loan against when
The night has teeth and wants to take us where it will
But for now the shutter holds — and time sits still
[Chorus]
This last Polaroid of us — freeze this night, our last December light
Hold the tilt, the crooked grin, the way the snow fell white
This last Polaroid of us — press the print and let it cure
A snapshot heartbeat, paper warm and sure
[Bridge]
If I let go, where do the colors go — into pockets, into streets?
If I keep holding, is the world reduced to this small heat?
Here’s the turn: I don't want perfect — I want honest, slightly out of frame
I'll keep the smudge, the coffee ring, the way you said my name
So when the seasons pull us like two tides, I’ll have this shore to stand upon
A faded square that says we were once enough to carry dawn
[Chorus — Final]
This last Polaroid of us — freeze this night, our last December light
Hold the tilt, the crooked grin, the way the snow fell white
This last Polaroid of us — sliver of our reckless, tender truth
We learn to keep a picture and forgive the loss of youth
[Outro]
Just like a song — you hum it, low and sure in rooms grown old
My goddess of the winter nights; we press the paper, catch the cold
Walk me home beneath the sodium glow — I’ll fold this photograph away
A little warmth between the pages for the mornings we won't stay