I feel like a substitute stittin' on the sideline,
Clicking every single finger waiting for the right time,
I feel like a substitute sitting pretty in my prime,

I'm about to play the game 'cause I'm running out of time
CHORUS:
Drop your knees to the floor,

Hands to the sky,
Give a round of applause for the great Miss Y
I walked home night long in the dark just to be standing here

Only to feel like nobody and Miss Y am I here? x2
and the lights, they, get stronger the longer that you have to wait,
for the older, the older, to be grey.

( Hums)
I feel like I'm stuck inside a race, feel like I'm catching up,
Oh, Marina what a shame you didn't make the upper cut!

Feel like I'm suck inside a race, feel like I'm catching up,
Oh Marina, we're so sorry, but you didn't make the cut.
[CHORUS]