Album: other songs

Rough Draft

Like a Saturday night I’ll be gone
Like a Saturday night I’ll be gone
Before you knew I was there

So you wrote it down
I’m supposed to care
Even though it’s never there
Sorry if I’m not prepared

Is it hard to see the things you substitute
For me and all my thoughts of you
It’s eating me alive to leave you

Maybe it’s childish
And maybe it’s wrong
But so is your blank stare
In lue of this song

Chorus:
Don’t wanna be
Don’t wanna be wrong
You’re leaving me in lue of this song

I’m breathing your skin tonight
Quiet is my loudest cry
I wouldn’t want to wake the eyes
That make me melt inside

If it’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
I’ll seal it with tears
Maybe you’ll read it
And I’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***