If I thought I could wake up
I would but I don't
Or take a peek beneath
The skin, I could
But what good would it do?
There's too much under there

And I'm trying to make the most of it
Not looking for a perfect fit
I can go along to get along
But let me know when I can quit
Making the most of it
Making the most of it

Why's it always come out wrong?
Needing repair
It never comes to stay
Ever almost there
On the tip of my tongue
It never goes away

And I'm trying to make the most of it
Not looking for a perfect fit
Though I can go along to get along
I wanna know when I can quit
Making the most of it
Making the most of it

Making the most of it
Making thе most of it
Making
Making the most