A mess

I am feeling like crap here at work. Very low.




"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 [x7]
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
Not 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"


I hope so.


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