I am driving up 85 in the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon im just stuck inside the gloom
Four more exits to my apartment but I am tempted to keep the car in drive and leave it all 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 justa a stirrin in my soul
either way i wonder sometime 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 its hiding the quiet superstitions in my head dont believe me dont you dare believe me when i say ive got it down
everybody's 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 myself
If I'm living it right am I living it right am I living it right