Not really sure what I was going for here. I started with a prechorus that maybe should have been a chorus and tried to build a song around it.

#folk #folkpunk #punk

Verse 1 Good decisions, ain't my strong suit, I have a taste for hops to boot This bag of bones, ain't brand new, all this upkeep is a big to do I'm trying really hard not to end up at the bar A drink is the last thing I need But the odds are I probably will

Verse 2 Time to pass, or time to waste, It's my own thoughts I can't face Nothing to do, plenty to drink, pretend I don't care what you think I've got some time to kill, but it's a matter of Will I just can't see starting something new So the odds are I probably won't

Chorus Time well spent who are you to say Time well spent it's the only way Time well spent who are you to say how I spend my free time I don't get that much to myself

Verse 3 My doctor says, I must work out, I'm not a kid and there is no doubt Moderate, take another route That's what getting old is all about I should go to the gym, lift some weights or take a swim I'm told that it's called self-care But the odds are I probably won't

Chorus Time well spent who are you to say Time well spent it's the only way Time well spent who are you to say how I spend my free time I don't get that much to myself

bridge when faced with a break There's a path that I'll take I refuse to concede There's a scene that I need I'll take care another day because I'm doing this my way I told you I'll sleep when I'm dead and the odds are I probably won't

Chorus Time well spent who are you to say Time well spent it's the only way Time well spent who are you to say how I spend my free time I don't get that much to myself