A Beautiful Mess

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

And based on your body language

and shoddy cursive I've been reading

Your style is quite selective

Though your mind is rather reckless

Well I guess it just suggests

that this is just what happiness is

yes

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 write

kind of turn themselves into knives

And don't mind my nerves You could call it fiction

but I like being submerged in your contradictions dear

cause here we are

Here…. We…. Are…

Although you are 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

i'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

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 say

kind of turn themselves into blades

And "kind and courteous" is a life I've heard

but it's nice to say that we played in the dirt dear

Cause 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

What a beautiful mess this is…

It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"

Through timeless words and priceless pictures

we'll fly like birds not of this earth

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

Oh all the wait was so worth it