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I’ll Chart It Later

  • Genre: Celtic Punk Rock
  • Released: April 29, 2026
  • Length: 3:49
The words

Lyrics

Intro

Ahhh... yeah... We'll get to it... eventually...

Verse 1

Kicked back in my chair, boots off the floor Chart staring at me, I'm gonna ignore Said "it's an easy one, I'll knock it out quick" That was an hour ago, still no click Scrolling my phone, snack in my hand "Plenty of time," yeah, that's the plan Radio quiet, vibes are right Ain't no way I'm charting tonight

Pre-Chorus

Little voice saying, "Start it now..." I laugh it off, "No way, no how" Screen lights up but I look away "That's a problem for another day..."

Chorus

I'll chart it later, no rush, no rush Easy call, I won't break a fuss I'll chart it later, lean back, relax Kick the can, I'll double back Hey! Hey! Fill it up! One more round, don't give a what! I'll chart it later, I'm all set Ain't even touched that screen just yet

Verse 2

Partner said, "You should probably start" I said, "Relax, I'm way too smart" It's all in my head, I'll write it fast No need to worry 'bout the past Leaning back, laughing loud "I work better under pressure," said it proud One report turns into three Still ain't typing, no, not me

Pre-Chorus

Clock's ticking but I don't care Till I look up, it's everywhere Stacked up high, I missed my shot Now I'm staring at a tangled knot

Chorus 2

I'll chart it later, one more go I swear that I'm in control I'll chart it later, still just fine Why are there six charts in line? Hey! Hey! Wait, wait, wait! When'd it stack up? Seal my fate! I'll chart it later, uh oh, uh oh Now it's crashing, full overload

Bridge

Oh no, oh no, what'd I do? Six deep now and they're all due QA's ringing, boss is too Buried alive in a charting queue

Breakdown

Later! Later! I said later! Now I'm drowning in my own behavior! Later! Later! What a play! Now I'm paying every second I delayed! Write it! Click it! Fix it fast! Should've done it when I had the chance! Cocky! Lazy! That was me! Now I'm stuck here at this screen!

Chorus 3

I should've charted back then Now I'm never getting out again I should've charted, missed my shot Now I'm buried under all I've got Hey! Hey! Here's the truth Ain't got one lame excuse I'll chart it later, never again ...ah screw it, I'll do it again

About this song

Every EMS provider has made the deal.

You finish an easy call.

The radio is quiet.

The chart should probably take ten minutes.

And you think:

“I’ll chart it later.”

This is an excellent plan.

Right up until the exact moment it becomes a terrible plan.

Because one unfinished chart doesn't feel dangerous.

You remember the call.

You remember the vitals.

You remember what you did.

It'll be fine.

Then the tones drop.

Another call.

Still fine.

You'll do both when you get back.

Then another call.

And another.

Suddenly the entire county has apparently decided to have an emergency at the same time, and that harmless little unfinished chart has reproduced.

Now there are six of them.

The easy call from earlier is no longer an easy call.

It's an archaeological expedition.

You're looking at timestamps.

Monitor data.

Medication records.

Dispatch notes.

Anything that might help reconstruct what your extremely confident past self was absolutely certain your future self would remember.

And somewhere around chart number four comes the promise.

“Never again.”

From now on, every chart gets finished immediately.

No procrastinating.

No stacking reports.

No scrolling your phone while an unfinished narrative quietly waits in another tab.

You have learned.

You have changed.

You are a different medic now.

And eventually, on some future shift, you finish another easy call.

The radio is quiet.

You lean back.

Look at the blank chart.

And think:

“Eh. I’ll chart it later.”

This song isn't about learning from your mistakes.

It's about confidently making the same one again.

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