the kind of morning
that lasts all afternoon
i'm just stuck inside the gloom
four more exists
to my apartment
but i am tempted
to keep the car and 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, georgia, why?
i rent a room and fill the spaces
with wood in places
to make it feel like home
but all i feel is 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, 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
when i say i've got it down
everybody is just a stranger
but that's the danger of
going my own way
i guess that's the price i have to pay
still "everything happens for a reason"
is no reason not to ask my self
am i living it right?
am i living it right?
am i living it right?
why, georgia, why?