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