The lakes

[00:22.50] Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?

[00:32.59] I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones

[00:40.05] These hunters with cell phones

[00:43.50] Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

[00:47.75] I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you

[00:53.88] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[00:58.39] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[01:05.03] What should be over burrowed under my skin

[01:11.96] In heart-stopping waves of hurt

[01:15.95] I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze

[01:22.34] Tell me what are my words worth

[01:26.19] Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

[01:30.43] I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you

[01:36.54] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[01:40.79] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[01:47.47] I want auroras and sad prose

[01:52.25] I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

[02:00.48] 'Cause I haven't moved in years

[02:05.79] And I want you right here

[02:09.27] A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

[02:15.90] With no one around to tweet it

[02:19.89] While I bathe in cliffside pools

[02:23.87] With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

[02:30.53] Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

[02:34.25] I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you

[02:40.64] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[02:44.62] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[02:49.68] No, not without you