Lyrics
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
![Stick Season [Clean]](https://lastfm.freetls.fastly.net/i/u/300x300/223ee29a1c0a5645b8f60b050c96b6a9.jpg)
