Verse 1) Two blocks of ten days left to sleep in my bed. Twenty days left of these thoughts in my head. I’m staring at binders and backpacks to buy. While watching the final few weeks fly right by. My daydream is stuck on a boy that I knew. Before the whole summer turned sunny and blue. He stood by the lockers and kept me from stress. Now I'm stuck in July just attempting to guess. (Pre-Chorus) The school website updates with schedules and times. I’m tracing my steps through these nursery rhymes. My heart does a leap when I look at the map. Just hoping our paths will fall into the trap. (Chorus) Twenty days left till the heavy garage doors unlock. Twenty days left of this ticking-down clock. Is he registering, or did he pack up his room? Will I see his face clear away all this gloom? The pressure is real for the coming school year. And the panic inside me is starting to clear. (Verse 2) I’m checking his profile for any new post. Afraid that I’m chasing a midsummer ghost. If we pass in the hallway between second and third. Will he stop and say hi, or not breathe a single word? I’m stuck in the middle, a strange sort of phase. Just counting the minutes and numbering days. Pretending I’m fine while I look at my screen. With a twenty-day barrier standing between. (Verse 3) My memory drifts to the edge of the spark. That Pali Camp bonfire out there in the dark. The absolute peak of the whole summer break. With ash on our faces and secrets to make. We shared the same bench in the shivering cold. While stories of ghosts and the mountains were told. He swallowed that graham cracker, marshmallow bite. To prove that he liked me on that final night. (Pre-Chorus) The school website updates with schedules and times. I’m tracing my steps through these nursery rhymes. My heart does a leap when I look at the map. Just hoping our paths will fall into the trap. (Bridge) If his name is called out on the first morning roll. I’ll breathe a sigh out and regain my control. Will we ever sit close by a fire again? Or did the camp ending just make us past tense? My knuckles are white and my temperature drops. A seventh-grade drama that never quite stops. One moment could blow all my worries away. Or leave me in silence on that opening day. (Chorus) Twenty days left till the heavy garage doors unlock. Twenty days left of this ticking-down clock. Is he registering, or did he pack up his room? Will I see his face clear away all this gloom? The pressure is real for the coming school year. And the panic inside me is starting to clear. (Outro) Twenty days. Will he be there? Campfire smoke lingering in my hair. Three days of fun. Yeah, twenty days. Forget all the sweets. Just twenty days. Beating inside of me. ───
