Verse 1 Three days left of sleeping in late. Three days till I meet my new fate. My locker combination is written on my hand. Trying to look cool, just like I planned. But my mind isn't on my homework or shoes. It’s on a face from sixth grade I don’t want to lose. We talked in the hallway, he made me laugh loud. Now I'm looking for him in every summer crowd. Pre-Chorus My friends keep asking if I’m ready for class. I’m just hoping the time doesn't go by too fast. Because my heart does a flip when I think of the door. Wondering if he walks through it anymore. Chorus Three days till the hallway clears. Three days of those middle school fears. Is he coming back, or did he move away? Will I see his smile on the very first day? Seventh grade counts, or that’s what they say. And the butterflies are waking up more every day. Verse 2 I check the class rosters, I check my old texts. Wondering who he’ll be sitting by next. If he walks through the double doors, what will I do? Will he look my way and remember me too? I’m stuck in the middle, not a kid, not a teen. Hovering right there in the in-between. Trying to act normal, trying to stay cool. With a three-day countdown to school. Verse 3 I keep looking back at the end of last year. The field trip days where the bus engine roared in my ear. We shared the three-seater way in the back. Sharing our snacks from a brown paper pack. The windows rolled down and the music up high. Watching the highway and trees spinning by. We talked the whole ride, didn't care where we went. That bus ride was the best time that I ever spent. Pre-Chorus My friends keep asking if I’m ready for class. I’m just hoping the time doesn't go by too fast. Because my heart does a flip when I think of the door. Wondering if he walks through it anymore. Bridge If he’s there in the homeroom line, I’ll tell myself that I’m doing fine. Will we ever get to sit on a bus ride again? Or did that sixth-grade summer bring it all to an end? My heart will be racing, my hands will get cold. A seventh-grade story waiting to unfold. Just one look could make my whole summer freeze. Or it could put my worried mind completely at ease. Chorus Three days till the hallway clears. Three days of those middle school fears. Is he coming back, or did he move away? Will I see his smile on the very first day? Seventh grade counts, or that’s what they say. And the butterflies are waking up more every day. Outro Three days. Will I see him again? Back on the bus, or a brand new start? Ready or not. Yeah, three days. Bring on the butterflies. Just three days. Waking up inside of me.
