today i'll forget
that's the first thing i said
when i woke up

today is a day that i'll forget

(like the one before
and the one before)

i'm raking routine
off the midautumn ground
and maybe
i'll scrape myself off it too

this must be the fall semester blues
this must be the fall semester blues

time moves too fast
not when you're having fun
but when you're not

i try to latch onto moments
to strum the guitar in the sun
to play five seconds of tags
to boil potstickers and pasta

but
as i sit here
as i try to remember my day
i know it's too late

we're already memories