Verse 1) Less than three weeks left of ignoring the clock. Nineteen days left before everyone talks. I’m picking out outfits to wear on day one. While watching the final few rays of the sun. My group chat is blowing up, dropping his name. They claim over summer he’s not been the same. A leather jacket, a new attitude. They say he's a rebel, but I think they're rude. (Pre-Chorus) My friends say he's trouble, a wild card to watch. They think he's a mystery nobody can catch. But my mind is drifting right back to the woods. Remembering a side that they wish that they could. (Chorus) Nineteen days left till the chaos begins. Nineteen days left of these shaking-up shins. Did he change who he is, or is it just a rumor? Will he laugh at my jokes with his old sense of humor? The rumors are flying for seventh grade now. And the noise in my head won't slow down anyhow. (Verse 2) They say that he's skipping out, breaking the rules. The kind of bad boy that you read of in schools. If we lock eyes by the main office door. Will I see the kid that I knew from before? I’m caught in the middle of what people say. And the boy on the log from that sweet summer day. They call him a rebel, they tell me beware. With a nineteen-day countdown of smoke in the air. (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 see past the tough front that he makes. To the quiet kid watching the ash and the flakes. We huddled together to block out the chill. While the rest of Camp Pali was sleeping and still. He choked down a s'more just to make me smile wide. There's no way a rebel has that side to hide. (Pre-Chorus) My friends say he's trouble, a wild card to watch. They think he's a mystery nobody can catch. But my mind is drifting right back to the woods. Remembering a side that they wish that they could. (Bridge) If he walks in with boots and a chip on his shoulder, I'll try to act older, a little bit bolder. Will he still be the guy who sat close by my side? Or has he got secrets he's trying to hide? My hands start to sweat and my throat goes completely dry. A seventh-grade rumor I'm ready to try. One second could show me he's still just the same. Or prove that he's playing a whole different game. (Chorus) Nineteen days left till the chaos begins. Nineteen days left of these shaking-up shins. Did he change who he is, or is it just a rumor? Will he laugh at my jokes with his old sense of humor? The rumors are flying for seventh grade now. And the noise in my head won't slow down anyhow. (Outro) Nineteen days. Let them all talk. A rebel is waiting at the end of the walk. Three days, two nights. Yeah, nineteen days. Forget what they heard. Just nineteen days. Stuck on his word. ───
