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