Bright Mess

[Verse 1]
I used to count the ways I came apart,
like every strange note meant I missed the start.
You catch me mid-sentence, I change the tune;
I laugh at the rules that I outgrew.

[Pre-Chorus]
You see the colors I tried to disguise,
I’m done translating them into your lines.

[Chorus]
This is my face, my pulse, my name,
all of the odd parts stay in the frame.
You bring your weather, I bring mine;
we make a bright mess, and we call it alive.

[Verse 2]
Your laugh runs fast, mine takes its time,
we hit different beats and still intertwine.
No matching mold, no matching phrase,
just every true thing taking its place.

[Pre-Chorus]
You see the colors I tried to disguise,
I’m done translating them into your lines.

[Chorus]
This is my face, my pulse, my name,
all of the odd parts stay in the frame.
You bring your weather, I bring mine;
we make a bright mess, and we call it alive.

[Bridge]
Let every difference ring out clear,
I’m more myself with you right here.

[Final Chorus]
This is my face, my pulse, my name,
all of the odd parts stay in the frame.
You bring your weather, I bring mine;
we make a bright mess, and we call it alive.