Bulimic Beats

Em I thought we'd escape B Em I packed a fishing line and counted on it I thought we'd escape B Em G I packed a fishing line and counted on it Em G But dreaming is for moonrise Em F# And moonlight ails his tired eyes Bm I treat him like a lady F# I treat him as I would he unto me Bm Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money Bb With silicone and poetry A But it's the end of me Em I thought it could change B Em A I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange Em I couldn't get there behind his wall of Sunday papers I thought it could change B Em I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight ails his tired eyes Bm I treat him like a lady F# I treat him as I would he unto me Bm Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money Bb With silicone and poetry A But it's the end of me BEGFEF# BEGFEFA Em Here I am Em Here I am And here I stand B Em Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand Here I am B Em A front line with labels where I witnessed custard's last stand Here I am