[Verse] Sunrise through the foggy glass, Steam rising from a coffee cup in the dark. Pancakes stacked like old city plans, Maple river on a chipped porcelain plate. [Pre-Chorus] I found it where the syrup ran, A penny from a dream, still warm in my hand. [Chorus] Tiny diner, big heart, Syrup on my fingers, time's on its knees. Every bite a memory, a moment to keep, This lucky coin knows when I’m weak. Tiny diner, never let go— I’m wrapped in syrup, soft and slow. [Verse] The jukebox hums a half-remembered tune, Faded neon says, “You’re still here, it’s not too late.” I trace the cracks on the table’s worn face, And find a world in the space between the plates. [Pre-Chorus] I found it where the syrup ran, A penny from a dream, still warm in my hand. [Chorus] Tiny diner, big heart, Syrup on my fingers, time's on its knees. Every bite a memory, a moment to keep, This lucky coin knows when I’m weak. Tiny diner, never let go— I’m wrapped in syrup, soft and slow. [Bridge] If the world turns loud and I’m left in the silence, I’ll spin that coin and say, “I’ve been here, I belong.” Even broken, I’m sweet, Like syrup caught in the sun’s last light. [Outro] Tiny diner… Syrup on my fingers… Lucky in the quiet… Yeah, lucky in the quiet…