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  
I packed a fishing line and 
        G
counted on it

                        Em         
But dreaming is for moonrise
 G

                     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
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her 
Bm
money
                    Bb
With silicone and poetry
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              A
But it's the end of me

              Em
I thought it could change
                    B           
I'd wake up one morning and find 
   Em                 A
nothing to rearrange
I couldn't get there behind his wall
            Em
 of Sunday papers
I thought it could change
                   B            
I'd wake up one morning and find 
   Em
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
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her 
Bm
money
                    Bb
With silicone and poetry
              A
But it's the end of me

Bm  E  G F# E F#
Bm  E  G F#m Em F# A
Em

Here I am
         Bm Em
Here I am
And here I stand
               B            
Here in my kitchen where I'm 
     Em
familiar with every brand
Here I am
                     B          
A front line with labels where I 
       Em
witnessed custard's last stand
Here I am