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   Based on your body language and shorty cursive I?ve been reading   You?re style is quite selective but your mind is rather reckless   Well, I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is      Hey, 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   And kind of turn themselves into knives   And don?t mind my nerve you can call it fiction   'Cause 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 they're paraphrasing this relationship we?re staging      And it?s a beautiful mess, yes, it is   It?s like we're picking up trash in dresses      Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say   Kind of turn themselves into blades   And the kind and courteous is a life I?ve heard   But it?s nice to say that we played in the dirt   'Cause here, 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      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 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