One, two, three, four. ♪ 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 shoddy 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 nerves You can call it fiction Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear Cause here we are Here we are Although you are 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 We're in It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes And through timeless words and priceless pictures We'll fly like birds and not all deserve The tides they turn and it haunts this figure 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 way it was so worth it Thank you for watching!