Season by season
Your hair grows longer
You can't accept that
You're still who you were
So you rebrand yourself
And decorate yourself
With elaborate paint and parties
To mask what is still there
You call it classic
What a broken record
You call it a blast from the past
How original
Year by year
Your patience grows shorter
Everyone believes in you
Except for yourself
So every morning you
Stand in front of your mirror
And repeat the lines
Again and again
Again and again
Until you feel brand new
Ignoring all deja vu
"Remember when you--"
No that was someone else
"Do you still listen to--"
No, my taste evolved
But you're still in your car
Screaming along
To the lyrics
You grew up with
And still relate to
After all this time
Season by season
Year by year
You can't escape that
Person you once were