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 shouted cursive I’ve been reading
Your 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
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.