Luyện nghe bài hát Cup Of Tea

Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we a cup of tea
He stays up with me and we things
Most of the time he just
Other times suggestions or he just ignores 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 just waiting to
whether or not he can remember the answer..
Or whether or not choosing not to tamper with his memory..
Or whether or not he can fucking remember me.
a waste of time
But every night that same damn routine:
One cup of tea and me stuck all by myself once its empty
Then I'm off to bed plenty of caffiene to keep me up and thinking
The cup I'm drinking is never clean
I can't if it's a dream once I awake and I walk..
From my messy bed and anticipate the next late night

Every we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
He stays up me and we discuss things
Most of the he just listens
times offers suggestions with his awful expressions
Altered refelctions...his whole is see-through
more confessions...I don't want to leave you
"This cup should be bottomless!"...as my spill
I see his face fading away. I surely a refill
I purposely keep and don't move much
Except to wet my lips with sips. With every kiss of death I touch
I sip the tea carefully because its at the degree of
Tasting the forked tongue in conversation
Waiting for his answer still...and at any given I will
and Low my bitter 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 death should interrupt
I went to bed night with one sip left in the cup