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Sage Francis Lyrics

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Cup of Tea Lyrics

Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea

 He stays up with me and we discuss things

 Most of the time he just listens

 Other times offers suggestions or he just ignores my questions

 It gets more depressing as time passes, because every night

 I ask this one question and all he does is wipe his glasses

 It's aggrevating as hell and I'm just waiting to tell

 whether or not he can even remember the answer..

 Or whether or not he's choosing not to tamper with his memory..

 Or whether or not he can even fucking remember me. 

 What a waste of time

 But every night it's that same damn routine:

 One green cup of tea and me stuck all by myself once its empty

 Then I'm off to bed with plenty of caffiene to keep me up and thinking

 The cup I'm drinking from is never clean

 I can't remember if it's a dream once I awake and I walk..

 From my messy bed and anticipate the next late night talk

 

 Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea

 He stays up with me and we discuss things

 Most of the time he just listens

 Other times offers suggestions with his awful expressions

 Altered refelctions...his whole aura is see-through

 With more confessions...I don't want to leave you

 "This cup should be bottomless!"...as my insecurities spill

 I see his face fading away. I surely need a refill

 I purposely keep still and don't move much

 Except to wet my lips with sips. With every kiss of death I lose touch

 I sip the tea carefully because its at the degree of seperation

 Tasting the forked tongue in bi-lingual conversation

 Waiting for his answer still...and at any given chance I will

 Sweet and Low my bitter past...let the cancer kill the small talk

 "Alright, man...this bitter taste in my mouth needs to get washed out

 Ghosts in this house don't have anything timely to talk about."

 The concept is dead. There's nothing death should interrupt

 I went to bed last night with one sip left in the cup
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