Large Life Twice or More

I'm having de ja vu,
texting Andrew
about lyrics and girls.

We've done this before,
maybe in another life,
on a hotel windowsill in Brooklyn.

The Reese's Peanut Butter Cups
are the same as well, 
but his soundtrack is different and better. 

And so I ask him
to dance me to the end of this daydream,
and he obliges in digital.

This silence has been said before,
I am sure of it,
just ask the island. 

It's 11:02 again.
It is 11:02 again.
It's 11:02 again.