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...
I'm 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, in your veins
You gotta deal with me to make me go away...
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...
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...
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 open letter, a public diary...
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...
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...
Say you don't need me
Could tear me up and leave me
And walk away...
You're giving up too easy
Listen to me, I got
A lot left to say...
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...
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
And one day
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...