A Beautiful Mess
One, two, three...
You've got the best of both worldsYou're the kind of girl who can take down a manAnd lift him back up againYou are strong but you're needyHumble but you're greedyAnd based on your body languageAnd shorty cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selectiveThough your mind is rather recklessWell, I guess it just suggestsThat this is just what happiness is
And what a beautiful mess this is...
It's like picking up trash in dressesWell, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you writeKind of turn themselves into knivesAnd don't mind my nerve, you could call it fictionBut I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear'Cause here we are, here we are
Although you were biased, I love your adviceYour comebacks they're quick and probablyHave to do with your insecuritiesThere's no shame in being crazyDepending on how you take these wordsI'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
And what a beautiful mess this is...
It's like we're picking up trash in dressesWell, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you sayKind of turn themselves into bladesAnd the "kind and courteous" is a life I've heardBut it's nice to say that we played in the dirtOh, dear...'Cause here we are, here we are
Here we are, here we areHere we are, here we areHere we are, here we areHere 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 picturesWe'll fly like birds not of this EarthAnd tides they turn and hearts disfigureBut that's no concern when we're wounded togetherAnd we tore our dresses and stained our shirtsBut it's nice todayOh, the wait was so worth it