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
And 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're staging
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 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, 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
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.
thanks
