First Draft Love

[ Lyrics ]

We were perfect in early edits.

You wrote me love like a first take—
honest, shaky, hard to fake.
I believed every line you said,
even the ones that hung like thread.
We built a home in a summer dream,
where nothing needed seams.
You held my hand like you'd never leave,
and I forgot that love needs receipts.

But the ink started smudging in the rain,
and your promises faded with the name.
I kept the script, but the truth was late—
we were perfect in early edits, not the final page.

First draft love, full of hope and flaws,
every word still hums in my jaw.
You were magic before the edits,
now I’m reading between the regrets.

I find the notes we never sent,
pages torn, but still they scent
of midnight talks and coffee rings,
and the way you called me 'everything.'
But drafts don’t last—they’re meant to change,
and you rewrote our range.
Left me in stanza, beautiful but brief,
like a melody without belief.

And I know you meant what you wrote that night,
but intention don’t make the ending right.
So I fold the chapter, seal it tight—
keep the gold, lose the light.

One day I’ll rewrite you in hindsight,
soften the lines, lose the fight.
Turn the pain to something sweet,
verse by verse, beat by beat.
Not the ending you gave me—
the one I finally free.

First draft love, full of hope and flaws,
every word still hums in my jaw.
You were magic before the edits,
now I’m writing my own amendments.
First draft love—just a moment’s grace,
not the story I’ll carry in my face.

We were perfect… in early edits.