Eight years old
I was in love with a girl
Eight years old

My only love meant the world
We'd hang out
Play catch and kiss at lunch time

I was young she was something to call mine
I'd be lying if I said I was not
Devastated and broken when she

Opened my hand slid hers in
Then walked away


It was bad
The only eight year old kid suicidal
In the school

Convinced I was down to survival
Melodramatic in my usual way
I was sure that the whole world would end

When the girl left that day
And it did


Seventeen years old
Riding home on the bus
Seventeen

Looking for someone to trust
The seat next to me
Sits down a girl I once loved

She looks at me
And then I remember her touch
She smiles

Then touches my knee
All of the sudden I'm eight years old not seventeen
Again


Here's this girl
I was in love, I was eight

Almost a decade later
A decade too late
So she smiles

Asks me "so how you been?"
Then gives me her number to go out sometime this weekend
My head is spinning it's all too surreal

Deja vu doesn't begin to describe how I feel
So I laugh
There's nothing to say

Maybe everything in my life's gonna end up this way