You oughta hear the mirror in my house
You oughta fear her pretty, pretty mouth
Says I´m imperfect in every way:
Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway

All my friends in L.A. got jobs on Melrose Place
I play Replacements songs and sigh-- a Waitress In The Sky

You oughta hear the things I´ve been thinking
You oughta swim in a heart that is sinking
You try to break me with all the things you say:
Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway

Tony makes 60 K, invests in IRA´s,
But I´m busy making paper airplanes out of resumes

But I´m gonna burn, I´m gonna shine and multiply
I´m gonna fill up the great divide
You´ll never break me with all the things you say
Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway

I´m gonna burn a pie now and then
And I´m gonna say the wrong things to your friends
I´m gonna burn and shine and multiply
And when I do, you´re gonna see me in her eyes...

I´m gonna burn and shine and multiply
I´m gonna fill up the great divide
You´ll never break me with all the things you say
Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway
Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway
Miss Halfway, Miss Halfway, Miss Halfway...