Verse 1) Four days left of this sun-faded room. Four days left till the textbooks resume. I’m tracing the map of the hallways and floors. Predicting the crowds by the cafeteria doors. He’s brilliant and smart, a rebel at heart. But his massive crew keeps us completely apart. Those sixteen cool guys take up all of the space. Loudly yelling and joking all over the place. (Pre-Chorus) I freeze in my tracks when that circle appears. It brings back the worst of my middle school fears. The digits are shrinking, the summer is spent. And I’m missing the mountain where both of us went. (Chorus) Fourteen days—no, four days till the homeroom bell rings. Four days left of these underlying stings. Will I freeze in my tracks when I see his whole pack? Or find the right words to bring everything back? 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 the bus window view. When the world was just camp and the sky was brand new. I had Bad Bunny blasting real loud in my ear. "DtMF" was the song that chased out the fear. Benito sang out about frames left behind. While I stared at the boy who was teasing my mind. His cool gang wasn't there on that final camp night. When he choked down that s'more by the bonfire light. (Outro) Four days. Mapping the halls. Anxious thoughts bouncing right off of the walls. Three days of camp. Yeah, four days. No photos to view. Just four days. Of waiting on you.
