Sigh. . . Study week is here I have yet to study. I do study just that I feel 'understudy'?
Sleepyness overcomes all desire to listen to my classmate and their entertaining crap. I find myself eating bread at one secluded corner during lunch.

'hanging around, nothing left to do but cry. rainy days and mondays always gets me sad'

I am driving up 85 in the kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
Just stuck inside the gloom, yeah
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?
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 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
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, tell me why, why, why, why
Why Georgia, why?