On Holiday

Whenever the days at Orem High begin to get hotter,
And the summertime draws closer and closer,
Everywhere it is a hive of anarchy and excited chaos
Running rampant, wild and free
Because they know how much time they have left
Those bees in the classrooms
Finally putting their backs into it,
Because they know how much time they have left
Everyone is dying of all the thrill
Waiting, exhilarated and breathless
Because they know how much time they have left.

And I don’t want to leave the comfort of this place.
For when I do, I won’t have
That sweet taste in my mouth
From all the honey in the hives.
You can’t have that when you’re taking a break
You don’t get to savor that sweetness on holiday
You won’t be able to taste it for three months
And that’s a long time
To go without something so tenderly sweet
Isn’t it?