the lakes - Taylor Swift

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 and, my beloved, neither do you

Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry

I’m setting off, but not without my muse

What should be over burrowed under my skin

In heart-stopping waves of hurt

I’ve come too far to watch some name-dropping sleaze

Tell me what are my Wordsworth

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 setting 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 cliff-side 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 setting off, but not without my muse

No, not without you