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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew VanWyngarden
Andrew VanWyngarden
Vocals
Ben Goldwasser
Ben Goldwasser
Synthesizer
James Richardson
James Richardson
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Goldwasser
Ben Goldwasser
Composer
James Richardson
James Richardson
Composer
Andrew Wells Vanwyngarden
Andrew Wells Vanwyngarden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrick Wimberly
Patrick Wimberly
Producer
Dave Fridmann
Dave Fridmann
Producer
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Engineer
Celso A. Estrada
Celso A. Estrada
Assistant Engineer
Tyler Karmen
Tyler Karmen
Assistant Engineer
Matt Estep
Matt Estep
Assistant Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

On my phone Time spent sitting all alone Time spent looking at my phone Time spent sitting all alone Time spent looking at my phone I try to pull the curtains back Turn you off, but can't detach When all I want and all I know Is time spent looking at my phone (On my phone) Find me when the lights go down Signing in and signing out Gods descend to take me home And find me staring at my phone I'm wondering where the hours went As I'm losing consciousness My sullen face is all aglow Time spent looking at my phone Last thing that you need Is the new shiny feature All the memories you've shared Devoured by perverted creatures Nothing can compete With the first time you saw her Passing strangers on the street Spending every moment looking at their phones (On my phone) Time spent sitting all alone Time spent looking at my phone Time spent sitting all alone Time spent looking at my phone I call you, you don't call me back Almost had a heart attack I'm listening to the window moan Time spent looking at my phone Clouds are getting full So you close all the windows I would never let you die Even if our love is ornamental You know what you need Is a way to remember You can never find the time If you spend everyday looking at your phone You should come with me We can lose ourselves in nothing Copy faces from the feed And then try to turn them into something Even if you choose to believe that it's ending You'll come back to me again You can go ahead and stop pretending Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo...
Writer(s): Ben Goldwasser, Andrew Vanwyngarden, James Richardson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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