The Lakes

[00:08.84] the lakes

[00:10.34] Taylor Swift

[00:21.59] Is it romantic how all of my elegies eulogize me?

[00:31.58] I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones

[00:39.33] These hunters with cell phones

[00:43.08] Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

[00:47.08] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[00:51.59] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[00:57.83] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[01:03.83] What should be over burrowed under my skin

[01:11.34] In heart-stopping waves of hurt

[01:15.58] I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze

[01:22.09] Tell me what are my words worth

[01:25.84] Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

[01:29.59] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[01:33.58] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[01:40.58] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[01:47.08] I want auroras and sad prose

[01:52.34] I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

[01:59.09] 'Cause I haven't moved in years

[02:05.83] And I want you right here

[02:09.59] A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

[02:15.59] With no one around to tweet it

[02:19.58] While I bathe in cliffside pools

[02:23.33] With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

[02:29.83] Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die

[02:33.84] I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

[02:39.84] Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

[02:44.33] I'm setting off, but not without my muse

[02:49.34] No, not without you