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, the moonlight is his tired eyes
I'd treat him like a lady, I'd treat him as I would he
And to 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 a thing 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 a thing to rearrange
But dreaming is for moonrise, the moonlight is his tired eyes
I'd treat him like a lady, I'd treat him as I would he
And to 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
And here I stand
Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand
Here I am
A front line with labels that I witness because that's where I stand
Here I am