And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
It’s like we're picking up trash in dresses
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt
Kind of turn themselves into blades
Here we are, here we are
Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
Although you were biased I love your advice
'Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear
'Cause here we are, here we are
Here we are, we're still here
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
It’s like picking up trash in dresses
And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
And through timeless words and priceless pictures
'Cause here, here we are, here we are
And what a beautiful mess this is
Here we are, here we are
And kind of turn themselves into knives
You are strong but you’re needy, humble but you’re greedy
There’s no shame in being crazy depending on how you take these
And it’s a beautiful mess, yes, it is
Words they're paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes
Your comebacks they’re quick and probably
Have to do with your insecurities
You’re style is quite selective but your mind is rather reckless
And lift him back up again
Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Based on your body language and shorty cursive I’ve been reading
We’ll fly like birds not of this earth
Here we are, here we are
Well, I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is
And don’t mind my nerve you can call it fiction
And the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard
