BEAUTIFUL MESS
JASON MRAZ
this is from Rudy's POV, when he's dead after the last air-raid and looking at the remnants of Molching.
You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
I looked at Liesel. She was so strong for her age, emotionally and physically. After what she did to Ludwig, I had no choice but to just stare at her in awe for the rest of my life.
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
As I looked down at her from the sky, I saw her crying on me. Oh how I wanted to be alive to feel her kissing me, but I guess that it's better this way.
The city of Munich was destroyed, as well as Moching. Liesel was the only survivor, and she was acting like a little child down on the ground. I wanted to comfort her, I really did.
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
After she put my useless body back on the ground of rubble, she went to her Papa. She cried some more. She carried the accordion around everywhere after that moment.
She held the case close to her, arms crossed around it and holding it close to her chest. I could tell that she just wanted to die.
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
I saw one of the LSE members pick up a small, black notebook and toss it back where he found it. The pages flapped wildly before they came to rest in the remnants of Liesel's basement.
I saw that the pages were resting open. I could see Liesel's scrawled handwriting on them. I'd never seen handwriting quite like that.
Though your mind is rather reckless
well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is
Tears were still streaming down the book thief's face. I wanted so much to reach down and wipe them away, and to tell her that it was all going to be alright for her. The wanting for that was killing me slowly, so to speak.
Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
it's like picking up trash in dresses
The whole city was destroyed. I could see clear across the horizon, everywhere there were broken concrete chunks and slabs of brick thrown around carelessly. Honestly, my room looked like that most of the time, before it had been bombed.
Even though the bombing took my life, I was in awe about how nauseatingly beautiful the city looked now. I never knew how, or what, could cause so much damage, and I never will.
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
"Wake up, saukerl!" Liesel wailed at me. "Wake up, Rudy, I love you!"
I had always wanted to hear those words. Always. And now they came when I was dead and gone. It hurt to know that she could've only said them when she didn't have to risk the humiliation from me, or anyone else that was watching.
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
She was saying that she loved me and cursing at me the same time. I sighed while watching the girl kiss me and hold me for what seemed like forever. I closed my eyes and try to imagine what it felt like in my mind.
Although you were biased I love your advice
your comebacks, they're quick
and probably have to do with your insecurities
I turned and saw the fields where we would steal from. They were blazing in the fire from the bombs. The trees would be useless, now. And I could really go for something to eat right now. Being dead sure took it out of you.
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
I know that sounds crazy. You're probably thinking "Why would he want food? His body doesn't need it anymore."
But the truth is, when you're dead, you're just so used to getting food when you're hungry. And when you have only a spirit, you have to find spiritual fruit, which doesn't exist. So yes, I am very hungry.
And what a beautiful mess, yes it is
it's like picking up trash in dresses
I saw the bodies of my family. My sisters, my brother. My mother, god, my mother.
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
Why wasn't my body with them? Why was I so far away from where my dead family lies? Were we always this disconnected that we can't even die together?
And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, Here we are
Here we are
I wish I could move my body over to them. I could've, too. But the LSE members would've been really scared by a dead body floating around.
We're still here
what a beautiful mess; this is
its like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"
I guess it was supposed to be this way. I didn't belong with my family. All I brought them was trouble. Because of me, my father had to be sent into the army. Who knows where he is now?
That's right. No one knows.
Through, timeless words and priceless pictures we'll fly like birds not of this earth
I saw a small bird fly over the scene of destruction. Surprisingly, it was unharmed by the bombs.
It circled around a mound of concrete, and perched on the top. It seemed so carefree.
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
but that's no concern when we're wounded together
The whole neighborhood died together, except for Liesel, of course. We wouldn't miss anyone. We would be able to see each other anytime. But the same could not be said for Liesel.
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
but its nice today. Oh the wait was so worth it.
Her clothes were all dirty, now. There were water trails on her stained face. She was still clutching the accordion case.
The clouds parted ever so slightly and a ray of sunshine silently swept over the city, but quickly disappeared again. It was like everyone's life. They come into this world, and they disappear just as quickly as they had come.
Story of my life.