It will be forgotten, as all has been forgotten.
Forgotten as the hallway scene, the kiss they both ignore.
It will be forgotten; we all have amnesia.
Each Sunday is a new day and nothing came before.

Let it be forgotten, as Pfaster was forgotten,
Forgotten as the flying cow that made them share a room.
Let it be forgotten, the trip to Bermuda,
He never said, "I love you"; there's nothing to assume.

It's better forgotten, the scene in his apartment,
Forgotten as the insights the creepy writer gave.
Let it be forgotten she's in love already,
You'll know it's been forgotten; just watch how they behave.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten.
We're not supposed to know...
The writers are abducted and replaced with clones
Each week before the new upcoming show.