deja vu

yes here we are again sitting in the darkness of your car, you picking me up from home just like you did eight years ago. everything seems familiar, the way you're sitting, how at first i can't quite see your face just a silhouette of your body leaning against the window as we pull out under the streetlight. even your damn stereo system, my god, you haven't changed.

its all too much. i can't believe i'm sitting here with you. i just never thought this would have ever happened, the way our lives just changed course and then ended up back here with us reliving what for me was a high school memory. i feel strange inside like maybe this is something i shouldn't do but every bone in my body knows i want to be here. why is the question...

maybe its you. maybe i've just been needing this. maybe i've just near lost my mind.

and we make a pretty good couple are my thoughts as we are standing here in the W. how crazy is that? and how i want to turn and kiss you when our faces touch as we dance and your hands move playfully up and down my body both of us not caring who is around. how crazy is that?

and i really didn't want the night to end.

and now i'm sitting here writing about you in my diary.

how crazy is that?