Top Right Corner
I'm trying to keep my eyes unfocused
On the things I wish I could ignore
Like I'm patient waiting at a party I'm hosting
And my eyes start darting over to the door
I don't wanna make all the parts a target
Just because the arrow points on the dot
The number on the bell could be marked by a something you hearted
But most of the time I'm unsurprised when I'm finding it's not
'Cause every little pop up in the top right corner is you
Every install update notification is your name breaking through
You're every single ding of the cellphone ring, it's true
But nobody ever knows that their messages composed are confused for you
And if it ever is, it's weird, it's like a fist in the gut
Feel I should be happy but the sappy turned it saccharine sweet
Panic is the byproduct of wanting something too much
Hit me on the answer machine if I'm gonna be obsolete
'Cause every little pop up in the top right corner is you
Every install update notification is your name breaking through
You're every single ding of the cellphone ring, it's true
But nobody ever knows that their messages composed are confused for you
On the things I wish I could ignore
Like I'm patient waiting at a party I'm hosting
And my eyes start darting over to the door
I don't wanna make all the parts a target
Just because the arrow points on the dot
The number on the bell could be marked by a something you hearted
But most of the time I'm unsurprised when I'm finding it's not
'Cause every little pop up in the top right corner is you
Every install update notification is your name breaking through
You're every single ding of the cellphone ring, it's true
But nobody ever knows that their messages composed are confused for you
And if it ever is, it's weird, it's like a fist in the gut
Feel I should be happy but the sappy turned it saccharine sweet
Panic is the byproduct of wanting something too much
Hit me on the answer machine if I'm gonna be obsolete
'Cause every little pop up in the top right corner is you
Every install update notification is your name breaking through
You're every single ding of the cellphone ring, it's true
But nobody ever knows that their messages composed are confused for you
Credits
Writer(s): Evan Debevec-mckenney
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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