Chewing a piece of gum furiously
I bite the inside of my cheek way too hard
I start to bleed
Chewing on my nails when I'm anxious or bored
I thought I didn't do that anymore
That's the old me
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be this time next year?
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be this time next year?
I spend my days on Google street view
Looking at towns I've never been to
Scrutinizing through the screen
That yard is overgrown with weeds
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be this time next year?
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be this time next year?
I spend my days on Google street view
Looking at towns I've never been to
Scrutinizing through the screen
That yard is overgrown with weeds
I spend my days on Google street view
Looking at towns I've never been to
Scrutinizing through the screen
That yard is overgrown with weeds
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be this time next year?
Who will I be?
Who will I be?
Who will I be this time next year?
I hope that I'm still friends with you
I hope I don't start to hate all the things the old me used to do
And every song I've ever written is shit
And vomit's dripping through my teeth
I'm feeling nauseous in the backseat