Chords
C:   x32010
Em:  022000
Dm:  xx0231
Am:  x02210
F:   133211
G:   320033


[Intro]
        x2


[Verse 1]
           
  Is it romant

            
ic how all my 

        
elegies eulogi

ze me?
             
  I'm not cut 

            
out for all th

    
ese cynical cl

ones
      
These hunters 

with cell phon

es


[Chorus]
            
  Take me to t

              
he lakes, wher

         
e all the poet

s went to die
            
I don't belong

              
 and, my belov

              
ed, neither do

 
 you
            
  Those Winder

              
mere peaks loo

      
k like a perfe

ct place to cr

y
            
I'm setting of

f, but not wit

hout my muse


[Verse 2]
             
  What should 

            
be over burrow

   
ed under my sk

in
   
In heart-stopp

ing waves of h

urt
             
  I've come to

            
o far to watch

      
 some namedrop

ping sleaze
        
Tell me what a

re my words wo

rth


[Chorus]
            
  Take me to t

              
he lakes, wher

         
e all the poet

s went to die
            
I don't belong

              
 and, my belov

              
ed, neither do

 
 you
            
  Those Winder

              
mere peaks loo

       
k like a perfe

ct place to cr

y
             
I'm setting of

f, but not wit

hout my muse


[Bridge]
             
I want auroras

     
 and sad prose
            
I want to watc

            
h wisteria gro

        
w right over m

y bare feet
            
  Because I ha

              
ven't moved in


 years

And I want you

 right here
             
  A red rose g

            
rew up out of 


ice frozen gro

und
     
With no one ar

ound to tweet 

it
             
  While I bath

     
e in cliffside

 pools
            
With my calami

              
tous love and 

     
insurmountable

 grief


[Chorus]
            
  Take me to t

              
he lakes, wher

            
e all the poet

s went to die
            
I don't belong

              
 and, my belov

              
ed, neither do

 
 you
            
Those Winderme

              
re peaks look 

       
like a perfect

 place to cry
            
I'm setting of

f, but not wit

hout my muse
              
No, not withou

    
t you