I am driving up 85 in the

kind of morning that lasts all afternoon

I’m just stuck inside the gloom



4 more exits to my apartment but

I am tempted to keep the car in drive

and leave it all behind



cause I wonder sometimes

about the outcome

Of a still verdictless life

am I living it right

am I living it right

am I living it right

why, why Georgia, why



I rent a room and I fill the spaces with

wood and places to make it feel like home

but all I feel’s alone



it might be a quarter-life crisis

or just the stirring in my soul

either way



I wonder sometimes

about the outcome

of a still verdictless life

am I living it right

am I living it right

am I living it right

why, why Georgia, why



so what so I’ve got a smile on

It’s hiding the quiet superstitions in my head



don’t believe me

don’t you dare believe me

when I say I’ve got it down



everybody is just a stranger

but that’s the danger in going my own way

I guess it’s a price I have to pay

still "everything happens for a reason"

is no reason not to ask yourself if you are

living it right



are you living it right

are you living it right

why, why Georgia, why