Il testo della 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
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