the lakes

[00:21.77] Is it romantic how all of my elegies eulogize me?

[00:32.76] I’m not cut out for all these cynical clones

[00:39.65] These hunters with cell phones

[00:43.15] Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

[00:46.89] I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[00:53.64] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[00:57.64] I’m setting off, but not without my muse

[01:04.65] What should be over burrowed under my skin

[01:11.65] In heart-stopping waves of hurt

[01:15.40] I’ve come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze

[01:22.14] Tell me what are my words worth

[01:25.89] Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

[01:29.64] I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[01:36.40] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[01:40.15] I’m setting off, but not without my muse

[01:46.89] I want auroras and sad prose

[01:51.89] I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

[01:59.90] Because I haven’t moved in years

[02:05.65] And I want you right here

[02:08.90] A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

[02:15.40] With no one around to tweet it

[02:19.21] While I bathe in cliffside pools

[02:23.20] With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

[02:29.96] Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

[02:33.45] I don’t belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[02:40.38] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[02:44.20] I’m setting off, but not without my muse

[02:48.96] No, not without you