[Verse 1]
            
Is it romantic

            
 how all my el

      
egies eulogize

 me?
            
I'm not cut ou

              
t for all thes

  
e cynical clon

es
      
These hunters 

with cell phon

es


[Chorus]
             
Take me to the

              
 lakes, where 

        
all the poets 

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


[Verse 2]
             
What should be

             
 over burrowed

    
 under my skin
     
In heart-stopp

ing waves of h

urt
             
I've come too 

             
far to watch s

      
ome namedroppi

ng sleaze
         
Tell me what a

re my words wo

rth


[Chorus]
             
Take me to the

              
 lakes, where 

          
all the poets 

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


[Bridge]
             
I want auroras

      
 and sad prose
            
I want to watc

             
h wisteria gro

          
w right over m

y bare feet
             
'Cause I haven

              
't moved in ye


ars
    
And I want you

 right here
             
A red rose gre

             
w up out of ic


e frozen groun

d
       
With no one ar

ound to tweet 

it
             
While I bathe 

       
in cliffside p

ools
            
With my calami

              
tous love and 

      
insurmountable

 grief


[Chorus]
             
Take me to the

              
 lakes, where 

          
all the poets 

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