Thursday, 3 September 2009

What a beautiful mess this is...

You've got the best of both worlds
the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again.
You are
strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is
quite selective,
though your mind is rather
Well I guess it just suggests
this is just what happiness is.

Hey, what a
beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses.

Well it
kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives.
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I
like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are...

Although you were
biased I love your advice.
Your comebacks they're
probably have to do with your insecurities...
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this
relationship we're staging

And what a
mess, yes it is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it
kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades.
And the
kind and courteous is a life I've heard
it's nice to say that we played in the dirt.
Cause here, here we are...

We're still here.
What a
beautiful mess, this is
It's like taking a guess when
the only answer is "Yes"

timeless words and priceless pictures We'll fly like birds not of this earth

And tides they turn and
hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together.

And we, tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But its nice today. Oh the way it was so worth it.

Jason Mraz writes what's in my heart.

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