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My name is French
Thursday, June 20, 2013 • 11:02 PM • 0 comments I remember times in the bedroom.a time we bundled up, under the covers and you'd look at me, 'the world's an ugly place but you're so beautiful to me' I remember times in the car. driving around aimlessly, enjoying the ride and watching you take over me 'and what a beautiful mess this is' every part of his lyrics is a chapter of my story, it's hauntingly so As I hide myself in the quiet comfort of my room I imagine having someone special next to me you and me, against the world, and all we ever need is each other, that'll be what you'll whisper to me. One of my favorite French movie, Jeux d'enfants, where life is a game of dares. 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 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 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 blades And 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 Through timeless words, and priceless pictures We'll fly like birds, not of this earth And times 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. She'll lie and steal, and cheat, and beg you from her knees Make you think she means it this time She'll tear a hole in you, the one you can't repair But I still love her, I don't really care When we were young, oh, oh, we did enough When it got cold, ooh, ooh, we bundled up I can't be told, ah, ah, it can't be done It's better to feel pain, than nothing at all The opposite of love's indifference So pay attention now, I'm standing on your porch screaming out And I won't leave until you come downstairs So keep your head up, keep your love Keep your head up, my love Keep your head up, my love Keep your head up, keep your love And I don't blame you dear for running like you did all these years I would do the same, you'd best believe And the highway signs say we're close but I don't read those things anymore I never trusted my own eyes When we were young oh, oh, we did enough When it got cold, ooh, ooh we bundled up I can't be told, ah, ah, it can't be done So keep your head up, keep your love Keep your head up, my love Keep your head up, my love Keep your head up, keep your love Head up, love Head up, love Head up, love Head up, love Labels: 2013, french, jason mraz, jeux d'enfants, la vie en rose, love, lumineers, youth |
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