Candidates For Chrome

I took a slow dive
When you hollowed me out
I went along the curves
To get you aroused
The night's electric
But you're on my nerves
"Can you pick me up?
You don't shine when you're on the curb
There's no joy in being nothing
What 'cha clawing at
In the still corners
The ugly fucking past

You're not a stranger
This isn't contingent on something psychosexual
Despite the whitewashing of your faults
I treat this as a ritual
You're missing the steps
You're skimming the top
Absent in the current
Dispossessed from what you sought
And we'll change to ashes
In the clockwork faith
I'm not holding out for a savior
As we become captives again



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Huddlestone
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