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