Don't call me next week. I think I'll be busy all summer. It's better if we don't speak And you'll be glad we didn't in September. So when you see me raise my hand, Ignore the dirt under my fingernails. Remember I'm not average And fitting in here is pass or fail. Now I'm digging holes in my backyard So I'm ready to climb back up From the moment at which I decide Not to keep my mouth shut anymore It's already next year. What have I been doing all summer? And will you still think I'm weird If I don't break the silence by December? So when you look me in the eye, Ignore the way that I'm not looking back Remember I'm not mean When the medians and modes attack. I've been digging holes in my backyard Even though I know I shouldn't. Because they're easier for me to fill And to climb out from than the one that I put my foot in. I don't think I'm coming out to play. It feels like starting over every day