Lyrics: Maya Hawke/Levon Hawke/Benjamin Lazar Davis/Will Graefe/Bridget Kearney
Music: Maya Hawke/Levon Hawke/Benjamin Lazar Davis/Will Graefe/Bridget Kearney
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 a 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
But 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
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
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