Romanticizing Poets

Red shirt, long face

Tall stairs, crowded place

A halfway-finished conversation from the night before

Taking cover from the rain, it's pouring at the sacré cœur

When you lose someone you love, does it make music in the end?

Oh, I'm romanticizing poets again

Warm breeze, tie up your hair

Late light, cobbled square

Rolling cigarettes like locals, playing rummy at the bars

I think the best way you can help someone is just being where they are

With your head upon my shoulder, looking out onto the Seine

Oh, I'm romanticizing poets again

Oh, what a beautiful sight to see

Willow trees on the riverbank

Think about how it used to be

Oh, did they die of a broken heart?

Was it all for the sake of art

What does that mean for me?

Hmmm, mmm

White Bic, Saturn return

Too bright, how they burned

Tragedy to fiction to a trite mythology

An inconvenient contradiction, a neat apology

So darling, please forgive me if I forget that now and then

Oh, I'm romanticizing poets again

Oh, I'm romanticizing poets again