[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Making the most of it
Making thе most of it
Making
Making the most