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
'Cause 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 they're paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
Hey, what a beautiful mess, yes it is
It's like we 're 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
Cause here, here we are, Here we are
Here we are, here we are, here we are, here we are,
Here we are, here we are, here we are, we're still here
And what a beautiful mess this 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, 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, all the wait was so worth it.