Why Georgia, Why?

I am driving up 85 in the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon. 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.

Cause i wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life.
Am i living it right?
Why, 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's alone. It might be a quarter-life crisis or just a 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 my face but its hiding the quiet superstitions in my head.
Don't believe me when i say i've got it down.
Everybody's just a stranger but that's the danger in going my own way. Guess it's the price i'll have to pay.
Still, everything happens for a reason is no reason not to ask myself 'am i living it right?'.

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