A Beautiful Mess

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,

your shouted cursive I’ve been reading

You’re style is quite selective,

though 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 that paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging



And it’s a beautiful mess, yes it is

It’s like, we are 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



We're still here



And what a beautiful mess this is

It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes



And through timeless words in 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  

Can You Forgive Her?

Another night with open eyes
Too late to sleep, too soon to rise
You're short of breath, is it a heart attack?
Hot and feverish you face the fact

You're in love, and it feels like shame
Because she's gone and made a fool of you in public again
You're in love, and it feels like pain
Because you know there's too much truth in everything she claims

So ask yourself now: Can you forgive her
If she wants you to?
Ask yourself: Can you even deliver
What she demands of you?

You drift into the strangest dreams
Of youthful follies and changing teams
Admit you're wrong, oh, no, not yet
Then you wake up and remember that you can't forget

She's made you some kind of laughing stock
Because you dance to disco, and you don't like rock
She'd make fun of you, and even in bed
Said she was gonna go and get herself a real man instead

Remember when you were more easily led
Behind the cricket pavilion and the bicycle shed
Trembling as your dreams came true
You looked right into those blue eyes and knew

It was love, and now you can't pretend
You've forgotten all the promises of that first friend
It's bad enough, she knows how you feel
But she's not prepared to share you with the memory