I really wouldn't mind listening to this song over and over again. Personally, it gave me these little thinge on the insides then crawls up my belly and i become ticklish all over and giggle and giggle and smile a stupid smile until my sister tells me i look like a crazy person. Okay, so much for my feelings. The Live on Earth version defeated the studio version, hands down. The jazzy feel is so soothing, that even though some people who were not familiar becomes very interested and in two to three repeats becomes their favorite. Im not saying this because I fuckin love Jason Mraz. Well, I do, there's no denying that. I fuckin love Jason Mraz! I'm saying this as I have experience it a lot; me letting people hear the song, and suddenly they fall in love with my Mrazzy (See, I'm not selfish).
The lyrics are just awesome. Yeah, who would think that a Mess could be very Beautiful that a lot of people would fall in love with it. Personally, I think it is about how we still admire the person we love amidst their ugly features. It is, i think, is a profession of faithfulness that even if we see their snotty nose or dirty bedroom or hairy legs, we still, and will always be devoted to loving them. Love isn't about being with someone flaunting the most swishy hair or the sexiest hips or the most perfect set of teeth. It is not having to go to expensive restaurants to eat meals you can't even pronounce. It is not spending monthsaries in different places on earth. Not bunches of red roses, or chocolates or asthmatic plush toys.
It is being with someone you want to wake up in the morning with, teeth unbrushed, legs unwaxed, hair tangled and greased to the maximum level. It is eating the most unperfect stewed vegetables and still be happy that you're eating with the only person you want to be with. It is missing Saturday night with friends to do a Back to the Future and Lord of the Rings Marathon with your dearest. It is walking at noontime, with sweat trailing down your forehead, and still get kissed. It is smiling at teeny messages he sends over. It is the happiness when you first saw a shooting star but forgot to make a wish. It is putting mobile phones in plastic bags so you can both walk hand in hand in the rain, with flood knee-high. It is the smile that automatically lights your face. The glow that reddens your cheeks.
