Deja Vu

Standing on the corner With my eyes low You keep me high Oh this feels nice Pull the knife right outta my back Don't look in the mirror Don't you look in the mirror If I could have it my way I'd be the one that you would call love One day I guess that's just too much to ask Landed on my face When I fell with you And if this pavement never crack I would be okay with just sitting on the grass