Tuesday, November 02, 2004

John Mayer - Why Georgia

I rent a room and
I fill the spaces
with wood in places
To make it feel like home
But all I feel is alone
It might be a quarter life crisis
Or just the stirring in my soul who knows
Either way I wonder sometimes
About the outcome of a still verdictless life, oh yeah
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, why Georgia why
Don't believe me
when I say I’ve got it down
Everybody's just a stranger
but that's the danger
of going my own way
This is the price I’m going to pay
Still everything happens
for a reason is no reason
Not to ask myself if I am living it right

Misha at Tuesday, November 02, 2004

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