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,
