Oh, you do well. I tried a stint at song writing and found that my work was beaver crap (wood splinters mixed with shit). That was back in the 90s when every punk in town was in a band.
It’s funny though, you’d think listening to the great troubadours would make you more bitter, but it has the opposite effect with me. Knowing my own limitations frees me to enjoy the great masters.
Right now I’m thinking about Townes Van Zandt. I listen to his lyrics and am completely dumbstruck. I just can’t imagine how he can take everyday experiences and create something so unique yet perfectly clear, all the while being deep in his cups.