Rough Draft

[Verse 1}

I'm just a rough draft
Ink on every page
A couple stains and stripes where tears were wiped away
And there's a lot I have to say, but I'm not organized
I'm the product of a sleep-deprived, worked-up mind

[Verse 2]

Still an idea
I can bend and break
Might be a mistake but I'm a risk you gotta take
'Cause I stick in your brain under your skin and your veins
You gotta deal with me to make me go away

[Pre-Chorus 1]

So, baby, reach out and touch me
No need to like me or love me today
Today
But all these pieces and parts of me could be something larger than me one day
One day

[Chorus]

So if you want me, you got me, granted I'm scattered and sloppy
But you can't send me back
I'm just a rough draft
So cut me and crop me and, when I'm ready, make copies
And one day, the real thing might blow you away

[Verse 3]

I'm just a few thoughts
Fragments of memory
Shaped by your imagination, your love, and your patience
And I know you're afraid of what I could mean
I'm an open letter, a public diary

[Pre-Chorus 1]

So, baby, reach out and touch me
No need to like me or love me today
Today
But all these pieces and parts of me could be something larger than me one day
One day

[Chorus]

So if you want me, you got me, granted I'm scattered and sloppy
But you can't send me back
I'm just a rough draft
So cut me and crop me and, when I'm ready, make copies
And one day
One day yeah

[Bridge]

Oh, you say you don't need me
Could tear me up, believe me
You walk away
You're giving up too easy
Listen to me
I've got a lot left to say

[Pre-Chorus 2]

Baby, reach out and touch me no need to like me or love me
No need, no need
But if you take me apart, finish what you start
You'll see

[Chorus]

So if you want me you got me, granted I'm scattered and sloppy
But you can't send me back
I'm just a rough draft
So cut me and crop me and, when I'm ready, make copies
And one day
One day, yeah

So if you want me, you got me, granted I'm scattered and sloppy
But you can't send me back
I'm just a rough draft
So cut me and crop me and, when I'm ready, make copies
And one day, the real thing might blow you away