summer has come and passed.
the slackers can never last
wake me up,
when november ends.

like the o's that came to past,
twelve years mugging gone so fast.
wake me up,
when november ends.

here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars;
drenched in my books again,
becoming who we are.

as my memory rests,
always forgetting what i mugged.
wake me up,
when november ends.