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 yourself

If I'm living it right
am I living it right
am I living it right


why tell me why
why why georgia why