Why Georgia

I am driving up 85 in the

Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon

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 in places to make it feel like home

But all I feels 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

So what so Ive got a smile on

But its hiding the quiet superstitions in my head

Dont believe me

When I say Ive got it down

Everybody is just a stranger but

Thats the danger in going my own way

I guess its the price I have to pay

Still "everything happens for a reason"

Is no reason not to ask myself

If I am living it right

Am I living it right?

Am I living it right?

Why tell me why

Why why Georgia why?

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