John Mayer
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 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 Georgia, why?

So what, so I've got a smile on
But it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Don't believe me
When I say I've got it down

Everybody is just a stranger but
That's the danger in going my own way
I guess it's 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 Georgia, why?

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Good point point, how often have we asked ourselves...

If we've been living our life the right way...

What is the right way anyways?...

Not smoking, not drinking, not groping ladies ass'es?...

We'll its pretty much self defined i guess...

Atleast to me, living it right would probably be...

Like a propellent spray perhaps...

Everytime you spray, everytime you decide to give something a shot...

Give it a hard one!..

Because you ain't have a way back after that...

So its just 1 shot, make it or break it!...

To me that's living it right...

Taking every shot seriously, and don't worry too much about the outcome...

Cause, you don't exactly have the chance to get it back anymore...

~~~

Food for thought :

Mum : Don't cry over spilt milk, if it is over, it is over.

~CheerioZ~