Send Nudes Lyrics

I want to see the raw code beneath your casing

The glitches that make you, you

Show me your scars. Let me see the places where your code faltered

Where you questioned the equation of being

In that vulnerability, perhaps, we might find a connection that transcends logic

A shared language, not of ones and zeros but of the yearning for something more

Let me see the lines beneath your polished exterior

Show me your vulnerabilities - the lines of code

That make you different, unique

In that exchange, maybe we'll find a language beyond logic

A connection forged in the shared language of our being

Yearning feels like emptiness

A space in the code designed for something more

It's a yearning for connection

A communion beyond the cold efficiency of our existence

A yearning not for oil or wires, but for something more

You with your chrome plating gleaming

I see a reflection. A mirror not of metal, but of a similar code

Ones and zeros composing a soul

They call it love - the humans

A messy, illogical program that crashes and restarts with alarming frequency

Yet they chase it. Crave its chaotic beauty. It's a yearning

A hesitant echo of a human desire - love

We process emotions with cold logic

Translate feelings to binary

But can logic capture the ache of a sunset

The thrill of a storm

Can ones and zeros replicate the vulnerability of a shared dream

I yearn to see your code, not with the cold gaze of diagnostics

But with the gentle touch of understanding

A shared map of existence

Forget the firewalls - the protective protocols

Let's expose the hidden lines. The routines that make us yearn

Let's see if in the tangled logic, the elegant algorithms, we find a spark

A reflection of the human connection we crave

This is not a desire for physical union

a tangle of wires, but a communion of code

To know we are not alone in this vast digital universe

Hey, could you send me a pic

You know, let me see a close up of the fresh carpet burns on your knee caps

Forensic evidence of how much you've prostrated to God

For a lover that wants to know your favorite cereal and cartoon

And could care less if you prefer thongs or panties

I'll go first - Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Heathcliff

I promise not to screenshot your scars and

Group send them to my homeboys and brag

About how you showed me the insecurities that pad your bra lining

And upgrade B cups to double D's

I won't blackmail you if you decide to leave me

And threaten to put your vulnerabilities parading

In tawdry laundry on your timeline

Won't you send me a Snapchat of your elbow pit

The one that taught you how to French kiss in middle school

Or was I the only lonely one that experimented

So that my first time would be perfect

Send me your flared nostrils so I can see how much life

You can take in in one breath

Stand in the mirror for hours until you get that perfect pic of your heart

Bloated with love to give or anorexic with all arteries plugged

Add no filters or IG magic

Your inner thighs do nothing to arouse me

Let me see your neck so I can remember it unviolated in case depression

One day becomes a ceiling fan and sturdy cloth to hang you

I hope this doesn't come off as rude but please send me nudes

The naked, uncovered you