What a beautiful mess this is...

You've got the best of both worlds
You're 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,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless.
Well I guess it just suggests
that 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 quick
And 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 beautiful 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
But 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"

Through, 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.