A Beautiful Mess
One, two, three...
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 shorty 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
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 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
I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
And what a beautiful mess this 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 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...
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
