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
Here we are
...
Here we are

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, out 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