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
You're style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless

Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is


Hey, 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 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 were 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 that 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

And the 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 x7


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 in 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 tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it