A Mess To Be Made
In a dream that I can't seem to shake she is
She is standing alone
By the fence I see tears in her eyes
Why she crys I just dont know
What a mess that I make of my days
Then there's you
You're a mess to be made
A mess to be made
And the dream starts to fade away
So you're leaving for months at a time
I help you out the door
But once youre gone I just stare out the window
Please, could you please come back home
What a mess that i make of my days
Trying to save myself, save myself
Then there's you
You're a mess to be made
A canvas only paint could change
And a voice on the other end of the phone
Says why dont you write a song about it
Well here goes
I was raised on something that you'll never know
I'd hate this place if it weren't for the waves
If it weren't for the fact that you love it
Where they measure a man on the money he spends
Well my love is not a bank statement
What a mess that I make of my days
Trying to save myself, save myself
Then there's you
You're a mess to be made
A mess to be made
A mess to be made
And the dream starts to fade away
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