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 Makin' the most of it Makin' 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 Makin' the most of it Makin' the most of it Makin' the most of it Makin' the most of it Makin' Makin' the most