just a draft (the pattern that teaches itself)

[Intro - lo-fi tape hiss, pitched vocal-chop, soft 808] (whispered) I'm just a draft... and that's enough... [Verse 1 - bedroom-recording feel, melancholic pitched vocal] I wrote it out at 2am didn't delete what I was learning some things show up half-finished some things stay that way for keeping every line a small witness every typo a small breath walked the path I was drawing turned the drawing into method [Pre-Chorus - glitchy uplift, pitched vocal-chop stutter] not the polished, not the final something rough is something vital [Chorus - juxtaposed: vulnerable vocal over colorful glitchy music] I'm just a draft (it's the practice) I'm just a draft (it's the practice) I'm just a draft you can read this one I'm just a draft (it's the practice) I'm just a draft (it's the practice) the map became the territory when I walked it as the song [Verse 2 - small electronic flutter, intimate] came back to the page again each return a little louder not because the page got better because the walking made me bolder every draft a small ritual every rewrite a line the hand already knew when the pattern starts to teach you you don't draft to please, you draft to keep [Pre-Chorus - rise, pitched stutter intensifies] not the polished, not the final something rough is something vital something written rough on purpose is the only kind that's certain [Chorus - fuller, layered glitch harmonies] I'm just a draft (it's the practice) I'm just a draft (it's the practice) I'm just a draft you can read this one I'm just a draft (it's the practice) I'm just a draft (it's the practice) the map became the territory when I walked it as the song [Bridge - stripped: solo pitched vocal + lo-fi click] one to write it two to walk back through three to know the practice was you [Outro - tape stop, vocal-chop fade] I'm just a draft (it's the practice) I'm just a draft (it's the practice) the knowing becomes you the knowing becomes you when the pattern teaches itself.