i wonder what kind of person i'm supposed to be
i wonder that
i wonder what
i always believe i'll never be lost for long

i always know how good air feels
against my lungs
i always know a good sky when i see it
i know the dirt grinding into my heels
i feel that

i wonder what sort of person i once was
i wonder how i'll change
i wonder what
i'll take with me
when i move on

i know what i love to smell
i taste notes, sometimes
when the tone clicks into place
it's sharp on my tongue
i feel that

i wonder that
i wonder that