Bulimic Beats Lyrics - Cantatonia

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