Mr. A-Z is the album you didn't know you loved. It came before Jason Mraz's We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things era, and of course, the sound is something different from his laid-back acoustic tunes. Think of tracks that are lusher. He packs a lot of emotions and feelings into that album, and it shows. While the previously featured "Plane" is at the top of the pack, "Please Don't Tell Her" erks in a close second.
"Please Don't Tell Her" stays true to its name. It's a sorrowful love story, remembering good times when everything else proves to be difficult. Please don't tell her that I've been meaning to miss her, 'cause I don't says it all. It's lush, it's stunning, and you can hear the pain in each word. Do I hurt anymore? Do I hurt? Well, I don't. Things like this can be cliché in some senses, but Mr. Mraz does a tasteful job of tackling love gone sour. Please tell him to make another Mr. A-Z.
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