Beautiful Mess

I woke up with a heavy heart and a caffeine rush, Tracing the lines of a life in a hurry, a world in a hush. I’ve got a thousand tabs open inside of my brain, Searching for sunshine while dancing around in the rain. Oh, it's the sting of a goodbye, the heat of a spark, It's finding a candle to carry through the dark. It's failing and falling and getting back up again, It's the "how have you been?" from an old, dusty friend. To be human is to hurt, to be human is to heal, To be desperately lost in the way that we feel. It's a beautiful mess, and it's perfectly flawed, A whisper of heaven in a body of mud. We’re obsessed with the logic, we’re ruled by the soul, Trying to fix what was never meant to be whole. We crave the adventure but we pine for the porch, Passing the light like a flickering torch. Oh, it's the sting of a goodbye, the heat of a spark, It's finding a candle to carry through the dark. It's failing and falling and getting back up again, It's the "how have you been?" from an old, dusty friend. To be human is to hurt, to be human is to heal, To be desperately lost in the way that we feel. It's a beautiful mess, and it's perfectly flawed, A whisper of heaven in a body of mud.