I’m stuck on replay, little bird.

No matter where, it’s all the same.

The echoes of what once occurred—

They pull me back, I’m in the frame.

Falling down, then standing up—it’s all a known refrain.

I hear the chains hit the floor, it’s like I’m there again.

I did the numbers, simple math.

Little bird, it’s déjà vu.

Déjà vu.

So if I’m stuck in time,

At least I’ll make it mine.

I’ll wake you up and turn your world inside out.

No matter what they say,

I’ll break the loop—it’s just déjà vu.

It’s déjà vu.

I gotta die for you.

I might just break through.

It’s déjà vu.

Got the methadone blue for you.

It’s like a song that plays again,

And I don’t wanna hear no more.

I stash my theories in a box,

And I’m ready to just lock the door.

When I try to speak it out, I can see it in your eyes.

Who’d want a broken man in Superman disguise?

So I keep it on a shelf, in myself—but it’s killing me,

Killing me.

So if I’m stuck in time,

At least I’ll make it mine.

I’ll wake you up and turn your world inside out.

No matter what they say,

I’ll break the loop—it’s just déjà vu.

It’s déjà vu.

I gotta die for you.

I might just break through.

It’s déjà vu.

Got the methadone blue for you.

I gotta die for you.

I might just break through.

It’s déjà vu.

Got the methadone blue for you.