Coin

It’s funny when we’re looking back
How memories like photographs
Are fading in comparison
There’s nothing like the very first kiss
Or like the very last word
That you can give someone
We’re scared of trying
Memories just makes us scared of trying
Memories remind us of
Who we are, and where we’re from
Like a coin on a truck-stop toilet floor
I’ve been waiting to be noticed, waiting to be found
Tell me can’t you see me, golden underneath this shit
Just waiting to be noticed, waiting to be found
It’s funny how perception is
You see but what you wonder is
Half of what you think you know
So humor me or shoot me down
Open wide or under ground
Doesn’t really change a thing
We’re scared of trying
Memories just makes us scared of trying
Memories remind us of
Who we are, and where we’re from
Like a coin on a truck-stop toilet floor
I’ve been waiting to be noticed, waiting to be found
Tell me can’t you see me, golden underneath this shit
Just waiting to be noticed, waiting to be found
Ignorance can be a bliss
But knowledge maybe all that is
Separating man from mice
Trial and error make us wise
But happiness can be disguised
In colors we’ve learned to avoid
We’re scared of trying
Memories just makes us scared of trying
Memories remind us of
Who we are, and where we’re from
Like a coin on a truck-stop toilet floor
I’ve been waiting to be noticed, waiting to be found
Tell me can’t you see me, golden underneath this shit
Just waiting to be noticed, waiting to be found