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
of a still verdictless life
i rent a room and i fill the spaces with
wood in places to make it feel like home
it might be a quarter life crisis
or just the stirring in my soul
either way i wonder sometimes
of a still verdictless life
but it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
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"