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Maybe I'll be rich and famous by the time I'm thirty
Or maybe I'll just give up on music, like it's a hobby
Maybe I'll drink myself into an early casket
Or maybe I'll become one of those reformed addict pastors
Maybe I take blame for the shitty things I do
Or maybe I hold my breath and blame it on the moon
Either way, it's not a question if my soul is ever getting saved, saved
Maybe I don't need a tragedy to happen to restore my faith
Maybe I'll just settle down like kids and house and wife (no)
Or maybe end up knocking up a girl and pay the price (ew)
Maybe I order an Uber after these beers
Or maybe wake up in a cell, just swallowing my tears
At this point it's
Hard to see which
Way I will go
Somedays I wake
Up hot, some days
I wake up cold
And I show up to your
Family gathering
With a pair of funny socks
If only they knew
How I act on a tour
It would piss everyone off, oh
Maybe I end up in your memory
As an enemy, maybe a son or a friend in me
Maybe I'm crazy or maybe intelligent
Maybe irrelevant, maybe I'm prevalent
Maybe I am not in love and this is comfortability
Maybe everything I write is personal, perhaps a simile?
Either way, it's not a question if or not my soul is getting sa-sa-sa-sa saved
Maybe I don't need a tragedy to happen to restore my faith, faith
Maybe I don't need a tragedy to happen to my soul
I think that I need a tragedy to happen to restore my
And I show up to your
Family gathering
With a pair of funny socks
If only they knew
How I act on a tour
It would piss everyone off, oh
Maybe I end up in your memory
As an enemy, maybe a son or a friend in me
Maybe I'm crazy or maybe intelligent
Maybe irrelevant, maybe I'm prevalent