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 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 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 an 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 one day yeah 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 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 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