Jason Mraz - "A Beautiful Mess"

Very few songs really catch my heart with their lyrics on the first time. (My ears catch tunes more than words.)

This was one of them.



As a girl, I really like this song because it shows so many good things in the heart of one man, most of which I wished I could've received when I was growing up. (I ended up looking for in the guys I dated when I felt I wasn't receiving them from my father, as we weren't that close then.)

These things are not love itself, but are the outcome of love; for example - kindness, acceptance... being seen as someone beautiful and of worth IN SPITE OF the obvious flaws..

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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

And what a beautiful mess this is
And 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 are 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 this 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 bladesAnd kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt, oh dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

*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

And through timeless words and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds not of this earthAnd 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 it's nice today... Oh, the wait was so worth it

-fern