A Beautiful Mess

One, two, three, four

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 are 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

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

Well, 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've torn our dresses

And stained our shirts