Verse 1) Double digits are gone, now it's down to just ten. Ten days left before the chaos again. I’m testing out highlighters, making a list. While counting the pieces of summer I missed. He’s the coolest kid that I met all last year. But his crowd gives me this internal fear. Those sixteen annoying guys laugh way too loud. Making it hard to stand out in the crowd. (Pre-Chorus) I get so defensive when certain folks grin. It locks up my voice from deep down within. The countdown is crashing, the timeline is tight. And I'm losing my sleep in the middle of the night. (Chorus) Ten days left till the heavy main doors unlock. Ten days left of this rapid-fire clock. Will he greet me with jokes or just look at his shoes? Surrounded by people with nothing to lose? The seventh-grade pressure is tightening tight. And I’m searching for answers inside of the night. (Verse 3) My memory flees to the start of the trip. On the bus ride to camp with a juice box to sip. "DtMF" was playing, Benito sang clear. About missing the moments with people held dear. I should’ve taken a picture right then on the log. Before everything turned into this nervous fog. His friends weren't there for the chocolate-free bite. When he swallowed that s'more just to prove I was right. (Outro) Ten days. Single digit countdown. Loud noises echoing all through the town. Three days of camp. Yeah, ten days. No gallery saved. Just ten days. To be totally brave.
