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

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                 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