i’ve never known fall to be mine/ fall is a blur of hot wind and candle wax/ it’s textbook paper cuts and the courtyards to class/ fall is a copper figure with crispy syntax

fall has always been a trick to me/ i layer up just to feel the sweltering sun/ it’s a melting pot of flannels and sweat/ from green to red but the paint still runs

fall is a lie we all live to love/ we cherish every autumn equinox to come/ pumpkin patches and pies just for them to rot/ as we wait for the depression to make us numb