Foolish, Frayed and Fading )
You're not the man
With the tool kit longing to fix my foolish,
Frayed and fading edges
To make me more expensive
You're not the man
With the golden tongue
Longing to make everyone
Marvel at false confidence
Cheap blows soaked in false opulence
You're the saviour in our fable
The fresh flowers on my table
You're the boat upon rough waters
Oh, you're the Bedlam
You're the Bedlam
Amongst my order
