Verse 1) Two days left of this slow-moving haze. Two days left of these open-ended days. I’m tossing and turning, I can't fall asleep. While all of these nervous assumptions run deep. He’s a rebel to some, but he’s intelligent and kind. The most vibrant memory stuck in my mind. But those sixteen cool guys are always right there. Creating a wall that I don't want to dare. (Pre-Chorus) I get so defensive when certain folks grin. It locks up my voice from deep down within. The countdown is crashing, the timeline is tight. And I'm losing my sleep in the middle of the night. (Chorus) Two days left till the heavy main doors unlock. Two days left of this ticking-down clock. Will he greet me with jokes or just look at his shoes? Surrounded by people with nothing to lose? The seventh-grade standards are making me freeze. And I'm dropping my head in a sudden breeze. (Verse 3) Because they weren't there on that final camp night. When the wood was piled high and the bonfire was bright. They didn't hear "DtMF" looping real low. On the bus ride to Pali where mountain winds blow. Benito was singing of pictures not taken. While my entire world was completely shaken. His sixteen cool friends didn't see the big grin. When he choked down a s'more just to try and fit in. (Outro) Two days. Eyes wide awake. Counting the errors I'm legally bound to make. Three days of camp. Yeah, two days. No snapshots to track. Just two days. Till the system is back.
