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