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 can 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 it s a beautiful mess, yes it is
It s like, we are 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 herewe are, here we are
Here we are....
We re still here
And it s a beautiful mess, yes it is
It s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes
And through timeless words and 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 its nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.