Déjà vu on this stadium stage,
crowd lightning in my veins, same roar, new age.
Jay in all black, crown tilted low,
I spin in sequin moonlight—where we been, we glow.
Brass hits like echoes of every last goodbye,
but your hand in the small of my back says “not tonight.”
Horns scream, bass purrs, that old sugar rush—
every note a repeat, every kiss a first crush.
We never left, we just kept rising,
higher, higher, encore thundering.
Spotlight baptizes the tears in our view—
baby, it’s forever, this déjà vu.