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