You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man
Then lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language
And shorty 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 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 paraphrase in 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 the kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt, oh dear
Cause here, 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 and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we tore our dresses
And stained our shirts
But its nice today,
Oh the wait was so worth it