the lakes

Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?

I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones

These hunters with cellphones

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

I don't belong

And my beloved, neither do you

Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

I'm settin' off, but not without my muse

What should be over burrowed under my skin

In heart-stoppin' waves of hurt

I've come too far to watch some name-droppin' sleaze

Tell me what are my words worth

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

I don't belong

And my beloved, neither do you

Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

I'm settin' off, but not without my muse

I want auroras and sad prose

I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet

'Cause I haven't moved in years

And I want you right here

A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground

With no one around to tweet it

While I bathe in cliffside pools

With my calamitous love

And insurmountable grief

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

I don't belong

And my beloved, neither do you

Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

I'm settin' off, but not without my muse

Not without you

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

I don't belong

And my beloved, neither do you

Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect to cry

I'm settin' off, but not without my muse

No, not without you