I am driving up

85 in the kind of morning that

Lasts all afternoon

I'm just stuck inside the gloom



Four more exits to my apartment but

I am tempted to

Keep the car in drive

And leave this shit behind



Cuz 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 in 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

But 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 that 's the price I have to pay

Still,