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, out

I'm missing out, out

I'm missing out, out

I'm missing out, out