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