A Beautiful Mess



You've got the best of both worldsYou're the kind of girl who can take down a man,And lift him back up againYou are strong but you're needy,Humble but you're greedyBased on your body language,your shouted cursive I've been readingYou're style is quite selective,though your mind is rather recklessWell I guess it just suggeststhat this is just what happiness is
Hey, what a beautiful mess this isIt's like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you writeKind of turn themselves into knivesAnd don't mind my nerve you can 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 quickAnd probably have to do with your insecuritiesThere's no shame in being crazy,Depending on how you take theseWords that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
And what a beautiful mess, it isIt's like, we are picking up trash in dresses
Well 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 dirt,oh dear,Cause here, here we are, Here we areHere we are [x7]