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 
Amd moonlight also ails those 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 walls 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 
 
Here I am 
Here I am 
And here I stand 
Here in my kitchen where I familiar with every brand 
Here I am 
A front line with labels where I witness custard's last stand 
Here I am