I'm meeting luck at the corner store I'm taking back, you're still wanting more Is this the way that I'm supposed to act? Why can't I get this straight? You can't break something you never made I'm turning to my "self made mess" cd again So tell me what you're thinking Because I don't really know you all that well And maybe someday, more than you will know Tell them to turn it up now, how? I can't really hear you like before And maybe someday, more than you will know I'm staring cold at this picture frame Wish I'd never heard your name Glad that my wishes don't come true And I will not ask you again and again While you push me off While you make me say... Why can't I get this straight? You can't break something you never made I'm turning to my "self made mess" cd again So tell me what you're thinking Because I don't really know you all that well And maybe someday, more than you will know Tell them to turn it up now, how? I can't really hear you like before And maybe someday, more than you will know