[Verse 1]
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

[Refrain]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
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—

[Chorus]
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