Catatonia - Bulimic beats

^Em I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line a^Bnd coun^Emted on it I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line a^Bnd co^Emunted on it ^G

But dreaming is for moon^Emrise ^G And moonlight ails hi^Ems tired eye^F#s

I treat him like a ^Bmlady I treat him as I would ^F#he unto me Give Rose rose-seller a run for her ^Bmmoney With silicone and po^Bbetry But it's the e^And of me

I thought it c^Emould change I'd wake up one morn^Bing and find no^Emthing to rearrange ^A I couldn't get there behind his wall of Sunday p^Emapers I thought it could change I'd wake up one mor^Bning and find no^Emthing to rearrange

I treat him like a ^Bmlady I treat him as I would ^F#he unto me Give Rose rose-seller a run for her ^Bmmoney With silicone and po^Bbetry But it's the e^And of me

Here I am^{Bm Em} And here I stand Here in my kitc^Bhen where I'm fami^Emliar with every brand Here I am A front line with lab^Bels where I witnes^Emsed custard's last stand Here I am