I am driving
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 feel's 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?