Flora - Beef Supreme

[Verse 1]You keep bleeding through the fresher paintFoggy like the halo on a saintYou can’t be in my dreams anymoreYou can’t walk right in through the front door[Verse 2]Of course you’d find me, where else would I be?Thought you’d find your way back eventuallyStanding, sipping coffee – the sinkGive yourself confusion, time to think[Verse 3]You keep bleeding through the fresher paintLost, well, I