Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History Songtext

von Quiet Company

I wanted to say
That I had a dead man
On my back yesterday
But I cut him loose

'Cause there's so much at stake
When you try to live life half awake
I made my mistakes
I cut him loose

And I'm trying to hold on
Hold on, hold on to hope

I happened upon a girl with a love
Too big for her heart
So she rented it out
To the boys who needed her quick

Then when she was old
She thought that she felt death in her soul
Her heart had grown cold
From all the nights that it spent alone

And I'm trying to hold on
Hold on, hold on to hope
Hold on, hold on, hold on to hope

This wouldn't be quite what she needs
She felt so alive under the sheets
But I won't condemn you
You know I won't judge you
I won't condemn you, love

We're gonna make some good of this
We're gonna make some good, make some good
We're gonna make some good of this
We're gonna make some good, make some good