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
we're still here
what a beautiful mess this is
it's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

and through timeless words, and 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.