rough_draft skinny no facts just trial and error dilusion and consequence a timeline of animals clawing at the door and a biography of myself inside and well preserved stale green liquids left out too long in the kitchen; washers and bolts fill corners. loosened shingles lie around the yard. slow slow slow slow pealing away and the air conditioner is off. 050101 ... unhinged roughdraft 050101 ... skinny sorry? 050101 ... unhinged excuseme...just a random connection for my own benefit in and of my own feeble brain 050101 ... I used to know 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 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 sickness come 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, 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 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 song Like Saturday night I'll be gone Like Saturday night I'll be gone Like Saturday night I'll be gone Like Saturday night I'll be gone before you knew that I was there Yellowcard 050208 what's it to you? who go blather from