[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