Imitate You

We were hungover

At the Indian restaraunt

When I knew

I could never get enough of you

You told me

About the trees

And how they communicate

And my leg was shaking the table

I will try to imitate you

I will try to imitate you

I will try to imitate you

I will try to imitate you

And in the summer wake of leaves

And pick them off like little thieves

And tie them to the hands of God

Then we prayed, and no one saw

I will try to imitate you

I will try to imitate you

I will try to imitate you

I will try to imitate you

I will try to imitate you

I will try to imitate you

I will try to imitate you

I will try to imitate you