[b]rough draft [/b] - yellowcard 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 sickness come and set me free Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me [b]and the other lines [/b] 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 fair-weather smiles