The words are clumsy, hard to write
Some seem wrong and others right,
The words that made me sob and weep,
Are those I murmur in my sleep

The words they sting, and often bite,
They haunt my mind and steal my sight,
Some words I wish I'd never said,
My soul is heavy, my heart is dead.

Those words that I did say to you,
Those foolish heavy truths.
They were not how I wished you'd hear,
The true verse in my head.

"Well I'm a common working man, with a half of bitter, bread and jam and if it pleases me I'll put one on you man... when the copper fades away."