[Verse 1] I never write to remember, I write to forget, to leave behind the restless tenderness, the things I can’t forget. The way spring leaves apple blossom floating in the rain, little pieces of a season I don’t want to name. [Chorus] I write to forget, I write to let it go, turn the words into a river, let the river overflow. I write to forget, whatever I can’t say, leave it somewhere on the paper and walk the other way. [Verse 2] I write in free verse, darling, I refuse the rigid rhyme, no brutal little staccato cutting through the line. I want the wind-like language, the melody underneath, not a picture standing still, but something that can breathe. [Chorus] I write to forget, I write to let it go, turn the words into a river, let the river overflow. I write to forget, whatever I can’t say, leave it somewhere on the paper and walk the other way. [Bridge] They say when you learn a new language, you gain a brand-new heart. Well, I buried my old one and gave another one a start. Another little lesson in the shape of what we feel— change the language, change the shape, and suddenly it’s real. [Outro] The deeper I fall into the language, the less I have to remember. I carry my heart on the sleeve of a sentence, and let the words surrender. I write to forget… I write to forget.
