Verse 1) Nine mornings left of this sun-faded view. Nine days left till the old turns to new. I’m walking the route that leads up to the gate. Practicing my timing so I won't be late. He’s brilliant and awesome, a rebel they say. But I know the truth from that sweet summer day. Though his sixteen cool friends make a giant blockade. That casts a big shadow where I am afraid. (Pre-Chorus) I freeze in my tracks when that circle appears. It brings back the worst of my middle school fears. The calendar pages are flying right past. And the warm August weather is fading real fast. (Chorus) Nine days left till the pavement fills up. Nine days left with this nerves in my cup. Will he break from his pack when he sees my new shoes? Or act like a stranger who's reading the news? The seventh-grade transition is locking my jaw. And I’m feeling the freeze of a sudden winter thaw. (Verse 3) My mind runs away to that Pali camp ground. Where the pine trees were tall and there wasn't a sound. We sat on the bench in the shivering cold. While the best vibe of summer began to unfold. "DtMF" was the anthem I played on the ride. Before all this overthinking started inside. His annoying friends weren't there for the joke. When he choked down that s'more in the campfire smoke. (Outro) Nine days. Pacing the street. Listening for rap music beats on the beat. Three days of camp. Yeah, nine days. No camera roll frames. Just nine days. Of avoiding their games.
