To Would Have Beens

Two, three

Go away from me, and I am too

And I'm wondering just what I should do

And if I slow down and look around

I might as well have stopped

The aspirations I once knew

Mixed up and forgot

So I'm sitting on this box till I put my money down my throat

And if you walked in I'd show a grin

My wretched curse be broke

I'm stuck here with myself and all

The things I could have been

Don't you see it's you I need

To bring my soul back in

To bring my soaken soul back in

If I could be a banker or a clerk

Indulge myself in that kind of work

I wouldn't have to think about the things I couldn't be

I'd know what time I'd have to come

I'd know what time to leave

But now is not tomorrow

And it's definitely not today

Sure I could have a happy time

If only you'd come to stay

But I'm stuck here with some halfway smile

And the things that still could be

I've gotta pick myself back up

Set my own soul free

Set my soaken own soul free

To would've beens, should've beens, and could've beens

Holy share cold I don't know

A few more gins

We'll toss em down, have another round

Until the time has come

To go on home

And wait until the next day has begun

If I could write a song that filled with silver and some gold

Or if I could just have you once more

In my heart and soul

I'm stuck here with some iron ore

And a bottle that's not half full

Oh come back to me, everything

You can soothe my soul

Only you could soothe my soul

Okay thats a wrap