isn’t it pretty that it’s a mess glasses still shaking from what we said isn’t it pretty that you’re upset voice going sharp but you don’t leave yet isn’t it pretty how we don’t quit standing too close in the middle of it isn’t it pretty, we’re out of control but I see myself when I look in your soul you look so good when you’re losing your mind hair falling out of place, hands in mine say something mean but your eyes don’t lie you don’t wanna go, you just wanna fight isn’t it pretty, you’re hot like that mad at the world but you lean right back isn’t it pretty, no perfect lines just heat and tension and crossed-up signs we say “we’re done” like it means something new then you pull me closer like you always do every word heavy, every breath loud we hate each other but not right now isn’t it pretty how it all spills out every doubt we don’t talk about isn’t it pretty, no holding in just skin and truth and the state we’re in you don’t hide, you don’t pretend you let me see where you start to bend and I don’t fix it, I don’t make it right I just stay with you in the middle of the fight isn’t it pretty that we don’t clean it up leave it raw, leave it rough isn’t it pretty, no saving face just us too close in a broken space if this is wrong then why does it fit why do I love every part of it isn’t it pretty, just say it once we’re a mess, but we’re what we want
