Lyrics

Quick, quick tell me something awful
Like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy
Tell me all your secrets, all you'll ever be is my eternal consolation prize
You see I was a debutant in another life but
Now I seem to be scared to go outside
If comfort is a construct, I don't believe in good luck
Now that I know what's what

I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind
People need a key to get to the only one is mine
I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child
No mid-sized city hopes and small town fears
I'm there most of the year cause I hate it here
I hate it here

Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
These hunters with cell phones

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
I don't belong, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off, but not without my muse

I'm lonely but I'm good
I'm bitter but I swear I'm fine
I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I'll get lost on purpose
This place made me feel worthless
Lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me
And in my fantasies I rise above it
And way up there, I actually love it

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
'Cause I don't belong, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off, but not without my muse

I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind
People need a key to get to the only one is mine
I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child
No mid-sized city hopes and small town fears
I hate it here so I will go to lunar valleys in my mind
When they found a better planet only the gentle survived
I dreamed about it in the dark the night I felt that I might die
No mid-sized city hopes and small town fears
I'm here most of the year cause I hate it here

So, take me to the lakes
I hate it here, so take me to the lakes
Take me to the lakes where all of the poets went to die
I don't belong my beloved neither to you
Those Windermere peaks, look like a perfect place to cry
So, I'm setting off, but not without my muse
No, not without you

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