Luyện nghe bài hát Cup Of Tea

Every we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
He stays up with me and we things
of the time he just listens
Other times offers suggestions or he just my questions
It gets more depressing as passes, because every night
I ask this one question and all he is wipe his glasses
It's aggrevating as hell and I'm waiting to tell
whether or not he can even the answer..
Or whether or not choosing not to tamper with his memory..
Or whether or not he can even remember me.
What a waste of
But every night it's that same routine:
One green cup of tea and me stuck all by myself its empty
Then I'm off to bed with plenty of to keep me up and thinking
The cup I'm from is never clean
I can't remember if a dream once I awake and I walk..
my messy bed and anticipate the next late night talk

Every midnight we sit at the coffee and we share a cup of tea
He up with me and we discuss things
Most of the time he listens
Other times offers with his awful expressions
Altered refelctions...his aura is see-through
With more confessions...I want to leave you
"This cup should be bottomless!"...as my insecurities
I see his fading away. I surely need a refill
I keep still and don't move much
to wet my lips with sips. With every kiss of death I lose touch
I sip the tea carefully its at the degree of seperation
Tasting the forked in bi-lingual conversation
Waiting for his answer still...and at any given chance I
Sweet and Low my past...let the cancer kill the small talk
"Alright, man...this bitter in my mouth needs to get washed out
Ghosts in this house don't have anything timely to about."
The concept is dead. There's death should interrupt
I went to bed night with one sip left in the cup