I can’t remember what I did
But I’m sure it was fun
So now I’m writing late at night
Because the day is done
I know I ate at some point and
I find my clothes are clean
But I don’t know the other parts
I’ve lost the in-between
I racking memories for help
But still I draw a blank
So if you did me a good turn
Here’s a blank check of thanks
And if you’ve wronged me recently
I will not hold a grudge
Because my day is blurred away
Returning to a smudge