Lucy wants to write the next great American novel And she can't even read the bottle She says "I might be a genius" Well, she could be a model Didn't think I'd get in, so I didn't apply Now I'm a drunk hanger-on Hittin' on the younger guy I buy booze for the Ivy League with my television salary They think they look up to me, ha
Well, I was left like coals in leaves And I sparked up in winter's breeze And now I know it's me who's missin' out
I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Now I know it's me who's missin' out
But I was born with my foot in thе door And my mind in the gutter and my guts on the floor Holdin' thе party line Embarrassed all the time I remember my potential Before I skipped the fundamentals Before I ran from safety Hopin' someone would chase me
Well, I was left like coals in leaves And I sparked up in winter's breeze And now I know it's me who's missin' out
I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Now I know it's me who's missin' out I'm missin' out, missin' out I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Now I know it's me who's missin' out
I've been someone to talk about I wanna be someone to talk to I've bitten off way more than I can spit out
I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Now I know it's me who's missin' out I'm missin' out, missin' out I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out I'm missin' out, missin' out, missin' out Now I know it's me who's missin' out
I'm missin' out I'm missin' out, out I'm missin' out, out (Na, na, na, na, na, na) I'm missin' out, out
Compositores: Bridget Ellen Kearney, Benjamin Lazar Davis (Ben Davis), William J Graefe, Maya Ray Thurman Hawke (Maya Hawke), Levon Hawke ECAD: Obra #42535582