Cantatonia Bulimic Beats Lyrics

Bulimic Beats Lyrics

I thought we'd escape

 I packed a fishing-line and counted on it

 I thought we'd escape

 I packed a fishing-line and counted on it

 

 But dreaming is for moonrise

 And moonlight ails these tired eyes

 

 I treat him like a lady

 I treat him as I would he unto me

 Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money

 With silicone and poetry

 But it's the end of me

 

 I thought it could change

 I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange

 I couldn't get there

 Behind his wall of Sunday papers

 I thought it could change

 I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange

 

 But dreaming is for moonrise

 And moonlight ails these tired eyes

 

 I treat him like a lady

 I treat him as I would he unto me

 Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money

 With silicone and poetry

 And it's the end of me

 

 And here I am

 Here I am

 Here I stand

 Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand

 

 Here I am

 A front line of labels where I witness custard's last stand

 

 Here I am