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

And it's like we're 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, here we are, here we are

Here we are [7x]

We're still here

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.