Maybe I'll be rich and famous by the time I'm thirty
Or maybe I'll just give up on music, like it 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
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
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
Or maybe end up, knocking up a girl and pay the price
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
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 smile?
Either way, it's not a question if or not my soul is getting saved
Maybe I don't need a tragedy to happen to restore my faith?
Maybe I don't need a tragedy to happen to restore my
I think that I need a tragedy to happen to restore my