Seven Days

Verse 1) One solid week left of sleeping past dawn. Seven days left till the summer is gone. I’m organizing pens in a clear plastic case. While trying to hide the anxiety on my face. He’s blasting rap music from wireless pods. While I’m fighting against these internal odds. His sixteen cool friends are always around. Making a fortress on the school ground. (Pre-Chorus) I freeze up entirely when certain guys talk. It turns into stone every step that I walk. The countdown is shrinking, the tension is high. Underneath the last week of the mid-August sky. (Chorus) Seven days till the first morning bell. Seven days of this middle school hell. Will he tease me again about Bad Bunny tracks? Or will his loud circle just make him relax? The seventh-grade ladder is steep to climb up. And the butterflies are waking up in my cup. (Verse 3) My memory loops to that Pali camp night. With the wood piled high and the bonfire bright. The best vibe of summer under dark mountain skies. With the smoke in our hair and the sparks in our eyes. We sat shoulder to shoulder on the log in the chill. Singing campfire songs while the forest went still. He swallowed that s'more though we both hate the taste. Just to make sure that night didn't go to a waste. (Outro) Seven days. One final week. Scared of the sentences I want to speak. Three days of camp. Yeah, seven days. No pictures to show. Just seven days. Ready to go. ───