Bulimic Beats

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




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