Verse 1) Fifteen mornings left of ignoring the clock. Fifteen days left before everyone talks. I’m organizing binders and clear plastic files. While dreaming of camp across all of these miles. They say that he’s reckless, a rebel at heart. But I just remember him being real smart. He’s always surrounded by sixteen loud guys. An annoying but cool gang under summer-time skies. (Pre-Chorus) His crew is so massive, they take up the space. Loudly yelling and joking all over the place. But my mind is drifting right back to the woods. Remembering a side that they wish that they could. (Chorus) Fifteen days till the chaos begins. Fifteen days left of these shaking-up shins. Will he hang with his pack and just push me aside? Or remember the mountain where we used to hide? The pressure is real for the coming school year. And the panic inside me is starting to clear. (Verse 2) I look at the rosters and check my own screen. To see if his circle falls right in between. If he walks through the entrance with dirt on his shoes. Will he break from his sixteen to hear all my news? I’m caught in the shadow of what people guess. While his massive crew makes me feel under stress. They’re annoying but cool, and they follow his lead. With a fifteen-day countdown of what I might need. (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 hear "DtMF" looping real low. On the bus ride to Pali where mountain winds blow. Benito was singing of pictures not taken. While my entire world was completely shaken. His sixteen cool friends didn't see the big grin. When he choked down a s'more just to try and fit in. (Pre-Chorus) His crew is so massive, they take up the space. Loudly yelling and joking all over the place. But my mind is drifting right back to the woods. Remembering a side that they wish that they could. (Bridge) If his gang blocks the hallway and makes a big scene, I’ll step right on through them and stand in between. Will he pull out his earbuds and tell them to wait? Or act like a rebel to seal up my fate? My knuckles go white and my confidence breaks. A seventh-grade sequel with dangerous stakes. One look from his eyes could just shatter the crowd. And make me forget that his boys are too loud. (Chorus) Fifteen days till the chaos begins. Fifteen days left of these shaking-up shins. Will he hang with his pack and just push me aside? Or remember the mountain where we used to hide? The pressure is real for the coming school year. And the panic inside me is starting to clear. (Outro) Fifteen days. Sixteen cool guys. Loudly disrupting under August skies. Three days of camp. Yeah, fifteen days. No pictures to show. Just fifteen days. Ready to go. ───
