missing out.

I feel like I'm not living enough
And yet
I don't know what living is
How I'm supposed to do it
Pressurepressurepressure
To make the right choice
Do the wrong thing, and laugh about it later
I keep getting it the wrong way round
All those photos
Smiling dancing drinking
Being happy
Should I be in them?

And I don't know what to do
I don't know how to act
I don't know who to be

I keep tripping up and
Missing out and
I can't keep in time
With the rest of them

Someone point me in the direction
Of the right decade,
The identity shop
Because mine doesn't fit right.