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 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