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