Luyện nghe bài hát Cup Of Tea

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

Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we a cup of tea
He stays up with me and we discuss
Most of the time he just
Other times offers suggestions with his expressions
Altered refelctions...his aura is see-through
With confessions...I don't want to leave you
"This cup should be bottomless!"...as my spill
I see his face away. I surely need a refill
I purposely keep still and don't move
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 tongue in conversation
Waiting for his answer still...and at any given I will
Sweet and Low my past...let the cancer kill the small talk
"Alright, man...this bitter taste in my mouth needs to get out
Ghosts in this don't have anything timely to talk about."
The concept is dead. There's nothing should interrupt
I went to bed last night with one sip in the cup