The Format - 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 cries, I just don't 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
the dream starts to fade away

So you're leaving for months at a time
I'll help you out the door
But once you're gone I just stare out the window
Won't 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 don't you write a song about it?"
Well here it 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
the dream starts to fade away..