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