Another Existential Crisis

There’s a picture on the wall, from some day I can’t recall
I can’t remember why I even put it up at all
If every day I’m someone else, I haven’t noticed it myself
Haven’t changed, at least as far as I can tell

And I wonder who I was, wonder who I will become
And I wonder who I was, wonder who I will become

We all live, like we’re infinite
And I guess, in some ways, that’s correct
‘Cause in several hundred years, when we’re not here,
all our molecules are gonna be reused

And I wonder what I was, wonder what I will become
And I wonder what I was, wonder what I will become