Missing Out

Lucy wants to write the next great, American novel
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
Hitting on the younger guy
I buy booze for the Ivy League
For my television salary
They think they look up to me, ha

I was left like coals in leaves
And I sparked up in winter's breeze
And, now, I know it's me who's missing out

Missing out, missing out, missing out
Missing out, missing out, missing out
Missing out, missing out, missing out
Now, I know it's me who's missing out

I was born with my foot in the door
And my mind in the gutter
And my guts on the floor
Holding the party line
Embarrassed all the time
I remember my potential
Before I skipped the fundamentals
Before I ran from safety
Hoping someone would chase me

I was left like coals in leaves
And I sparked up in winter's breeze
And, now, I know it's me who's missing out

Missing out, missing out, missing out
Missing out, missing out, missing out
Missing out, missing out, missing out
Now, I know it's me who's missing out

Missing out, missing out
Missing out, missing out, missing out
Missing out, missing out, missing out
Now, I know it's me who's missing 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

Missing out, missing out, missing out
Missing out, missing out, missing out
Missing out, missing out, missing out
Now, I know it's me who's missing out

Missing out, missing out
Missing out, missing out, missing out
Missing out, missing out, missing out
Now, I know it's me who's missing out

I'm missing out
I'm missing out
I'm missing out
I'm missing out



Credits
Writer(s): Bridget Kearney, Benjamin Forrest Davis, Will Graefe, Maya Hawke, Levon Hawke
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