Text: Quiet Company. Fashionabel.

:
There must be something wrong
If the people on the streets
Are all confessing their conceit
But you won't

Your tongue was forked and long
And it had you feeling strong
And all the apologies I made
I should've taken to the grave
And been done

So take your bottle off the shelf
And try and drink until it helps
But it won't

Won't you please just lay me down
In the old familiar ground?
Won't you please just lay me down?

And certain men may love
And certain men may love the fight
And they'll break their bodies

But life is what you make
So write these words above my grave,
"They took me for granted."

Won't you please just lay me down
In the cold, familiar ground
Won't you please just lay me down?

Because life is what you make it
Because love is what you've made it
And I made it my friend