Verse 1) Eleven days left till the real world returns. Eleven days left as my anxiety burns. The portal is open, the schedules are live. I’m scanning my classes to see if I’ll thrive. He’s brilliant and smart, so I check for his name. Hoping our paths are exactly the same. But those sixteen cool friends are probably there too. Disrupting the classroom and making a zoo. (Pre-Chorus) I freeze up completely when certain guys talk. It blocks up my feet so I can't even walk. The digits are shrinking, the summer is spent. And I’m missing the mountain where both of us went. (Chorus) Eleven days till the first period warning. Eleven days till that stressful new morning. Will we share an advisory, locker, or lunch? Or will he be trapped in his massive cool bunch? The seventh-grade blueprint is locked on my phone. And I’m secretly praying I won't be alone. (Verse 3) My thoughts take me back to that final camp night. With the wood piled up and the bonfire bright. No schedules or rosters mattered at all. Underneath the big trees that grew dark and tall. "DtMF" was looping right inside my brain. While we sat shoulder to shoulder ignoring the rain. His gang didn't see how his cool front just broke. When he choked down that s'more in the heavy white smoke. (Outro) Eleven days. Checking the screen. Searching for numbers that fall in between. Three days of camp. Yeah, eleven days. No snapshots to track. Just eleven days. Till the system is back.
