System Preferences

Tried to erase what you saved in the front of your mind

But it's not what you thought it's a permanent line

And you moved it around from the front to the side

Of the middle in the back of the corner aligned

With the rest of the times that you figured were gone

From the drive but they're not they're still plenty alive

And they haunt and they haunt playing tricks on your eyes

Like a grade school science fair champion prize

The effect was a pepper's ghost visualized

Too young to see the relation and why

Right click right now writing everything off

All the warnings that came down from the tip of the top

Now you drip and you drop at the scene of the site

Like it's your system preference

Patience boy 'cause Satan's all of the time

Everywhere that you look even when it's benign

And he still just waits in the queue of your head

As the line wraps around every corner and then

Gets burned in your memory every time

Gets burned in the screen of your favorite eye

And don't worry 'bout space or available bytes

There's a billion more things you're gonna save