Forget Me - Owen

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