I Hate It Here x the lakes

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, 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'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

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 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 like I might die

No mid-sized city hopes and small town fears

I'm there 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 the poets went to die

I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you

And those Windermere peaks

Look like the perfect place to cry

So I’m setting off

But not without my muse, no not without you