Nothing Really Changes

Fast forward time, 9 years to the day, and I am in a check-out lane.
You’re standing there 3 or 4 feet away, pretending not to notice.
You look so beautiful in the winter,
Just like I remember.

Nothing really changes when it comes to the heart.
I still feel like a little boy beside you.

Jump back 10.
I am sitting in a car at an empty intersection.
You’re there too, in the passenger’s seat.
You’ve a baseball hat on.
You look so innocent and trusting.
Right then, I believe you are.

Nothing really changes when it comes to the heart.
I am still just as insecure as with you.

Still caught up in the same old messes I was before.
Time, it turns out, doesn’t change as much as I hoped it would.

Because nothing really changes.
You’re still here and I’m still here.
And nothing really changes.
Tell me I’m the only one that nothing really changes for?
Look me in the eye and say that this has changed, and I’ll walk away.

Nothing really changes.
Nothing really changes when it comes to the heart.
I still feel like a little boy.
I still feel that way beside you.