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 shoddy 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 we’re 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 are staging

And what a beautiful mess this is
and it's like we’re picking up the trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when
the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
Kind and courteous
this 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

What a beautiful mess, this is
well it's like taking a guess
when the only answer is “yes”

Through timeless words and
priceless pictures we'll fly
like birds not of this earth

And tides may 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 way it was so worth it