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
 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