A Brood - A Beautiful Mess

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 Based on your body language, Your shouted 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 Well 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 blades 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 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 earth And tides they turn And hearts disfigure But that's no concern When we're wounded together And we've torn our dresses And stained our shirts But it's nice today Oh the wait was so worth it

The world waits for the dawning As the world bathes Brighter in Christmas lights Is that joy in sight For a moment, we go back to The coming of Promise in swaddle white Cries through the silent night Behold the King Who came without a crown The offering Laying His own down The greatest gift Came in nothing less Than Love in tattered flesh Naked for the shame I couldn't suppress It's woven in Drips of Blood Divine Spilt for what was mine Poured out for the guilt I couldn't confess Amazing grace wrapped in such a Beautiful mess Now the world brakes in the tension Every heart aches For hope for the hopeless soul For peace to conquer all In a moment, we remember When Love reigned Won over my own death Down to His final breath Behold the King Who came without a crown The offering Laying His own down The greatest gift Came in nothing less Than Love in tattered flesh Naked for the shame I couldn't suppress It's woven in Drips of Blood Divine Spilt for what was mine Poured out for the guilt I couldn't confess Amazing grace wrapped in such a Beautiful mess Oh, what manner of Love The Father gave Oh, what manner of cost It took to save Oh, to cleanse all the mess I made He wore the shame Bled and drained He broke the grave He wore the shame Bled and drained He broke the grave The greatest gift Came in nothing less Than Love in tattered flesh Naked for the shame I couldn't suppress It's woven in Drips of Blood Divine Spilt for what was mine Poured out for the guilt I couldn't confess The greatest gift Came in nothing less Than Love in tattered flesh Naked for the shame I couldn't suppress It's woven in Drips of Blood Divine Spilt for what was mine Poured out for the guilt I couldn't confess Amazing grace wrapped in such a Beautiful mess

It's a mess, messy like before when I couldn't think straight I take my shoes off in the need of walking bare-foot, Can't seem to take a step What I want the most is to go wherever and to be free I beg for frames to tuck me in I frame my face with a dartboard and look around, waiting When things can work out I don't need to worry When things can't work out I don't need to worry When I see me I see them, eating me I'm the observer and I cannot make a sound Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh When I see me I see them, eating me I'm a bird, but I really just circulate around my nest Down under they are daydreaming based on what they see, But nothing's like it seems; The nest is empty, head is full, can't make a move I beg for frames to tuck me in When the skies burst I will find my own way, on my own When things can work out I don't need to worry When things can't work out I don't need to worry When I see me I see them, eating me I'm the observer and I cannot make a sound Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh When I see me I see them, eating me And I'm the observer and I cannot make a sound