Chrome Rim Glow

(mmmmm-mmm) (yeah) Your cousin left another late-night voice note

Said he's leaving town before the morning smoke clears Sitting on the

curb beside a hot chrome rim

Glowing in the blue light of the cash machine

(ahhhh) I'm tired of the flex,

I'm tired of the chase Just another face in the ATM glow

Underneath the ATM glow,

we count the cost

Beside a spinning wheel,

everything is lost

He left before the chorus,

didn't say goodbye

(yeah, he's gone) Just a flashing light against a dark blue sky

Chrome still radiating heat on the street

Cold paper in my hand,

tired on my feet

Another text unanswered, another line I crossed

Underneath the ATM glow,

we count the cost

Beside a spinning wheel,

everything is lost

He left before the chorus,

didn't say goodbye (so cold)

Beside the chrome... (tired of the flex) (mmmmm)