Pinned To The Top
Alex Wilson
Description
A shimmering disco-pop anthem celebrating the thrill of a private, intimate connection in the age of social media. 'Pinned To The Top' captures the intoxicating feeling of being someone's priority, prioritizing genuine moments over performative online displays of affection. It's a song about choosing authenticity and cherishing the 'green light' of a close connection in a world saturated with digital noise.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] You said “text me when you’re home,” I said “already there,” Bare feet on hardwood, perfume in the air. Your contact is a star, your tone is a bell, FaceTime in the doorway like a kiss I can’t spell. We talk in pictures that would break the feed, But the real good ones stay between you and me. [Pre-Chorus] We do soft launch in a private box, You type, delete—then hit me with the thoughts. [Chorus] I’m pinned to the top, Green ring glowing like a traffic stop. Notifications off for the rest of the block— Only my name gets through the lock. I’m pinned to the top, Favorite folder where the secrets drop. Scroll past the noise, let the world eavesdrop— They’ll never find us; we’re pinned to the top. [Post-Chorus] Top—top—top. Don’t—don’t—stop. [Verse 2] You send a voice note that could melt a screen, I save it like a playlist I keep unseen. Dinner in hoodies, gold on your wrist, You shoot the candids; I blow the kiss. Algorithm begging for a little proof, We leave it starving—sorry, truth. [Pre-Chorus] We keep the captions for the second act, For now, it’s us and the typing back. [Chorus] I’m pinned to the top, Green ring glowing like a traffic stop. Notifications off for the rest of the block— Only my name gets through the lock. I’m pinned to the top, Favorite folder where the secrets drop. Scroll past the noise, let the world eavesdrop— They’ll never find us; we’re pinned to the top. [Bridge] If it’s real, it doesn’t need the flash, We can trend later—right now, stash. Take my midnight, keep the crop, Zoom on the part where your heartbeat pops. [Final Chorus] I’m pinned to the top, Night on read with your hand on mine. We’ll hard-launch later when the stars align— For now, green circle is my favorite sign. I’m pinned to the top, You say my name and the world goes soft. Leave the rest in the photo drop— Baby, don’t move me from the top. [Tag] “Pinned, not stuck—there’s a difference.”