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 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
[x7]
We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
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 times 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.
: I would like to say these lines in the end.
