Left,
Then Right,
Like a piece of paper falling from the sky,
Back,
And Forth,
Like seriously playful tug of war,
We're both like kids never growing up,
Treatin' our love like a playground,
Making a mess, that's what we do best,
And I wouldn't trade it,
No,
All the little dumb unnecessary fights,
Only to forget about it the next night,
We've been makin' a scene from the very start,
Intentionally underneath each others skin,
Only to laugh at the mess we're in,
Our love kinda' looks like a piece of 3rd grade art,
Sometimes,
We're too proud,
And we both say mean things we don't mean out loud,
But your hand,
In mine,
Makes up for when we colour outside the lines,
We're both like kids never growing up,
Treatin' our love like a playground,
Making a mess, that's what we do best,
And I wouldn't trade it,
No,
All the little dumb unnecessary fights,
Only to forget about it the next night,
We've been makin' a scene from the very start,
Intentionally underneath each others skin,
Only to laugh at the mess we're in,
Our love kinda' looks like a piece of 3rd grade art,
We're both like kids never growing up,
Treatin' our love like a playground,
Making a mess, that's what we do best,
And I wouldn't trade it,
No,
All the little dumb unnecessary fights,
Only to forget about it the next night,
We've been makin' a scene from the very start,
Intentionally underneath each others skin,
Only to laugh at the mess we're in,
Our love kinda' looks like a piece of 3rd grade art,