[Intro]
       x2


[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 a

         
ll the poets w

ent 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 a

         
ll the poets w

ent 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 a

         
ll the poets w

ent 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 without you


[Outro]
       x2