Maybe

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 Some days 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 And 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 s-s-s-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