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,

And shoddy cursive I've been reading

Your style is quite selective,

but 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 nerves 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



And it's 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 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 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 it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it