Mangos

Washin’ off the backseat of my car
Hosin’ down the tires with Turtlewax
Washin’ off the stains with tenderness
Good bye, old memories
What is this forgetfulness?
What is this forgetfulness?
Who keeps screaming “Poppies! Poppies!”?
I don’t know, but man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
My step-dad takes me fishin’ on the weekend.
I don’t remember sleepin’, sleepin’
His rod comes apart into pieces
I don’t like my step-dad, really
What is this forgetfulness?
What is this forgetfulness?
Who keeps screaming “Poppies! Poppies!”?
I don’t know, but man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
My mother’s moving to Tulsa.
She kisses me quickly and whispers,
"You live like the sun in a snowstorm.
You live like the king you’re becoming.”
I feel like a queen on a runner.
"You live like a king in the clover."
I feel like a queen in the clover.
What is this forgetfulness?
What is this forgetfulness?
What is this forgetfulness?
Forgetfulness.
But man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.
Man, I love to fish.