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, 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

Cause here, 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



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