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