should ought

Lately I've been struggling With the should ought problem I've been loading up my future self With titles and conundrums And a laundry list of shit I couldn't glean a single one of Let alone a single all of them Maybe I should do something Bout the nothin that is living in my present Rent free Tomorrow really ought to take a load off But mate, she's been as busy as a bee Undertaker Maybe I woulda been a A really really really really shithouse sci-fi novelist Perhaps I really dodged a laser Maybe I coulda made a really really really really good designer Or maybe i just like colours and patterns and proportion and shapes Lately I've been struggling To pick up my guitar I get distracted by the booze And drink like the bars are closing forever Lately I've been struggling To put away away the darts They taste so bloody horrible now Well I guess that that's a start To quitting Um Failure's weighing heavy Like an inky black cliche That's heavy on my arms Until I toss it in the lake Wait Why do I keep waiting For this rusty rotten chain Of failures to unspool, unravel from That dark and pixelated place That links live Maybe I would have been A really really really really Funny stand up comedian Hah Maybe I would have been A really, really, really average theatre technician Pass the scalpel Maybe I should have made A something of the anything of the nothing I so rapidly became Oh well But better late than never, huh My sister moved to Canada Living lives she's never dreamed of And I'm so fucking proud of her She says I could be a singer And she could be my manager But I got to pull my finger out I can't stay inside forever This I know for sure My sister's no in-law from Saginaw Seeing gold across the border She means it She means well She means so much to me I'm just fucken scared to honour her I'm scared of the path I tread The path that's so well-lit Well-kept, and travelled so less I could scream bloody murder down It's whole and lovely length And not disturb anything Or anybody