Forget Me

All trees are oaks

And all birds are blue

In the mountains of a magnet

And the mountains of you

I'm proud of my genius just like a painter

And dumb like a poet I think I can, I think I can

Just say it from the throats

From the throats of our wrists

With full sets of teeth

Vanilla almond teeth

From vanilla almond tea

Spent afternoons

Spent afternoons

Measuring time in spoons

Where forget-me-nots and marigolds

And other things that don't get old

Just don't get old

But between one June and September

You're all I remember

But I'm a lantern, my head a moon, I married a room

I married a room

Where all trees are oaks

And all birds are blue

Well ach' du

What's 80 miles in Canada

Or 18 years in mountain time, time

A southern run for a late longing to drink

Where all trees are oaks

And all birds are blue

Well ach' du

And all trees are oaks

And all birds are blue

Ach' du

I thought everyone was you

Where forget-me-nots and marigolds

And other things that don't get old

Don't get old

But between one June and September

You're all I remember

But I'm a lantern, my head a moon, I married a room

I married a room

Forget-me-nots and marigolds

And other things that don't get old

Don't get old

But between one June and September

You're all I remember

But I'm a lantern, my head a moon, I married a room

I'll keep my hands in order

And what about the air, the air, lying awake

And what about the air, the air, lying awake