Rough Draft - Intellectual

[Intro]

One, two, three, four

Like a Saturday night I'll be gone

Before you knew that 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 lieu of this song

Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong

Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong

You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song

Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong

You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this

Lieu of this song

I'm breathing in your skin tonight

Quiet is my loudest cry

Wouldn't want to wake the eyes that make me melt inside

And if it's healthier to leave you be

May a sickness come and set me free

Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me

(Ah, ah, ah, ah)

I'm finding my own words, my own little stage

My own epic drama, my own scripted page

I'll send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears

Maybe you'll read it and I'll reappear

From the start it was shaky and 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 fairweather smiles

And I don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong

You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song

Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong

You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this

Lieu of this song

Like a Saturday night I'll be gone

Before you knew that I was there