Letra de Javert

I can feel the beginnings of arguments to often start off that week
Well fuck how I feel
It's a bad gauge of realness and I would like love where facts are in play
Can you honestly confess that you remember me, with all of the other lovers that you see?
And, oh my God, if I hold on, will I be the one you keep?
Oh, mercy me
When you hold me its knee jerk
You require that no work is due
How can it be?
Is there room in your home for a man that feels prone to fall through?
Can you honestly expect me to confess that we're a good fit, or I'm worth the work it takes?
But, oh my god, if you'll hold on, you will find that I'm glad you stayed