Why do I see a flashlight today? Someone fair is not bright today. Why ain’t the balance white today? Polaroid’s all I got left. I don't know who pressed it first Or how the picture was red. But I know just what the reel’s like That’s lying in the sack instead. Like a face held out in pride. A face that makes you somewhat cry. A face that matches with the colour of pie. A face that mocks everyone that’s tall. (It searches everything) So I know now it's a crime to wink or grin That the face is no more fearing me In spite of being in the recycle bin… It's like my polaroid is cooking a snack It's like the webcam is thoroughly dead It's like I can't let this gearing begin It's like the face on the selfie-stick is, our biggest sin. I know you’ve bought that face for free Points for all the takes you need You've fought a face on the flipside too Your polaroid's probably worse I don't know who set it off first but I ...