Dying to Be Seen

Jimmy found a quarter, buried in the sand

Shined it up real pretty, ran home to show his old man

Hoping for that smile, the one he didn’t get last time

But daddy don’t look up, he just says that’s nice

Goes back to his whiskey, and another sleepless night

Promotion’s coming up, and he’s tryin’ to figure out how to shine

We’re all dying, dying, Dying To Be Seen

Day dreamin’ in math class, hunched over in her seat

Lucy’s so damn hungry, but can’t bring herself to eat

Trying to look perfect for the boy that’s been on her mind

But that boy’s in the bathroom gettin’ high again

Swore he’d never do it, but he’s trying to fit in

With that crowd around him he finally feels like one of the guys

We’re all dying, dying, Dying To Be Seen

Yeah we're all dying, dying, Dying To Be Seen

Jay went to a party, no one looked him in the eye

He said I don’t need this, stormed right back outside

Revved up that old Harley, and tore off down that long dark road

Amy didn't see him 'cause she just had to know

How many likes she had on that perfect selfie post

Looked down for a second, and got some attention for ‘em both

Now they’re two crosses on the highway, that are never gonna make it home

We’re all dying, dying, Dying To Be Seen

Yeah we're all dying, dying, Dying To Be Seen

Yeah we're all dying, dying, Dying To Be Seen

Yeah we're all dying, dying, Dying To Be Seen

Yeah we're all dying, dying, Dying To Be Seen