I am driving up 85 in the
Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
Im 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
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Why, why georgia, why

So what so Ive got a smile on
Its hiding the quiet superstitions in my head

Dont believe me
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 a price I have to pay
Still everything happens for a reason
Is no reason not to ask myself
If Im living it right

Am I living it right
Am I living it right
Why, why georgia, why

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