Forget Me

All trees are oaks
 All birds are blue
 In the mountains of a magnet
 Are 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, that don't get old
 But between one june and september
 You're all I remember
 I'm a lantern, my head a moon
 I married a room
 I married a room
 All trees are oaks
 And all birds are blue, I do
 What's 80 miles in canada or 18 years in the mountains?
 Time, time
 A southern run for a late longing to drink
 Where all trees are oaks and all birds are blue, I do
 Where all trees are oaks
 And all birds are blue
 I do, I thought everyone was you
 Where forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things
 That don't get old, well, they 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
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 Forget-me-nots and marigolds and all the things that don't get old, well thy 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 that lies awake
 And what about the air, the air that lies awake