Rough Draft (accoustic) (исполнитель: Yellowcard)
Like a saturday night i'll be gone 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 I'm breathing in your skin tonight Quiet is my loudest cry Wouldn't wanna wake the eyes, that make me melt inside And if it's healthier to leave you be, May a [bad word] and set me free Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me... 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, nice setting for heart ache where [bad word] last All I have deep inside, to [bad word] this desire Of friendly intentions and fair-weather 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.. In lieu of this song. like a saturday night i'll be gone like a saturday night i'll be gone like a saturday night i'll be gone like a saturday night i'll be gone before you knew that i was there