Remember all those years..
Parents telling you about high school, and all that it holds
Teachers instructing you to work hard in preparation for high school
Friends joking and eagerly waiting for that time

All those years swim by
Parents quit talking
Teachers loosen their grip on our leash
The months add up now,
Parents have completely ignored us
Teachers take the reigns once more
Friends cling to your sides

We're only 7 months from walking through the front doors,
Nobody can tell us what to expect
Because we've made it
We're already here
And when we thought we were ready,
Boy, some of us wish to be trapped back in Mr. Davis' classroom
Or chained to the table in the commons for lunch detention

Our whole entire lives are out on a tight rope,
Cross to the other side, with a couple of close calls?
Or will we tip over and crash from the high?
Just a few more months.. Couple more class periods
And the feeling of safety and reassurance vanishes
Ready or not..
Here we come.

Going from a booster seat in the restaurant,
To a wooden chair at the dinner table,
Then to a back seat in the family car
Now you've made front seat
But you beg to be back in that booster seat, with a bib and a goofy  toothless smile