It Ain't You

Rough drafts make great papers

I've written a lot to get to you

I'm waiting to feel better

Cause I gave it my all hoping you would too

The pen may be running out of ink

And I've licked it a thousand times

Poured my heart into this writing

But I can't fight our pens if they're bleeding dry

I want you to make the world move for me

Cause I'd make it move for you

If all the people turned right would you go left with me if I asked you to

If you won't do that

If you won't do that

Then it ain't you

It ain't you