Rough Draft
Like a Saturday night Iā??ll be gone
Like a Saturday night Iā??ll be gone
Before you knew I was there
So you wrote it down
Iā??m supposed to care
Even though itā??s never there
Sorry if Iā??m not prepared
Is it hard to see the things you substitute
For me and all my thoughts of you
Itā??s eating me alive to leave you
Maybe itā??s childish
And maybe itā??s wrong
But so is your blank stare
In lue of this song
Chorus:
Donā??t wanna be
Donā??t wanna be wrong
Youā??re leaving me in lue of this song
Iā??m breathing your skin tonight
Quiet is my loudest cry
I wouldnā??t want to wake the eyes
That make me melt inside
If itā??s healthier to leave you be
May your sickness come and set me free
Kill me while I still believe
You are meant for me
Minding my own life
My own little stage
My own epic drama
My own scripted page
Send you the Rough Draft
Iā??ll seal it with tears
Maybe youā??ll read it
And Iā??ll reappear
The Starting is shaky
The Characters Rash
A nice setting for heartache
Where emotions come last
All I have deep inside
To overcome this desire
Are friendly intentions
And fare-weather smiles
Chorus
***Sung by Yellowcard***