Why Georgia Testo

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?