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 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 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 Cause here, here we are, Here we are Here we are x7 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 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