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