Missing Out - Animal Bag

In one hundred years

We’ll all be dead

But you know we won’t be

Missing out on anything

In one hundred years

We’ll all be dead

But we won’t be sad

Because our friends will all be dead

And we know we won’t be

Missing out on anything

Isn’t that what we’re afraid of

Missing out

Afraid of missing out

Afraid of missing out

Afraid of missing out

Afraid of missing out

Afraid of missing out

Afraid of missing out

Afraid of missing out

In one hundred years

When we’re all gone

We won’t have to fear being left alone

Because a world of strangers

Wouldn’t miss us anyway

Isn’t that what we’re afraid of

Missing out

Afraid of missing out

Afraid of missing out

Afraid of missing out

We all want to be a part

We all want to be aware

We all live off one another

We can’t say that we don’t care

In one hundred years we’ll all be dead