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 ****ing 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 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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:11.58]Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
[00:15.84]He stays up with me and we discuss things
[00:18.48]Most of the time he just listens
[00:20.04]Other times offers suggestions or he just ignores my questions
[00:22.98]It gets more depressing as time passes, because every night
[00:25.95]I ask this one question and all he does is wipe his glasses
[00:28.74]It's aggrevating as hell and
[00:30.39]I'm just waiting to tell whether or not he can even remember the answer..
[00:33.96]Or whether or not he's choosing not to tamper with his memory..
[00:36.78]Or whether or not he can even ****ing remember me.
[00:39.15]What a waste of time
[00:40.29]But every night it's that same damn routine:
[00:42.72]One green cup of tea and me stuck all by myself once its empty
[00:46.32]Then I'm off to bed with plenty of caffiene to keep me up and thinking
[00:49.59]The cup I'm drinking from is never clean
[00:51.72]I can't remember if it's a dream once
[00:53.40]I awake and
[00:54.00]I walk.. From my messy bed and anticipate the next late night talk
[01:09.45]Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
[01:13.50]He stays up with me and we discuss things
[01:16.17]Most of the time he just listens
[01:17.88]Other times offers suggestions with his awful expressions
[01:20.88]Altered refelctions...his whole aura is see-through
[01:23.82]With more confessions...
[01:29.31]I see his face fading away.
[01:30.78]I surely need a refill
[01:32.28]I purposely keep still and don't move much
[01:34.74]Except to wet my lips with sips.
[01:36.21]With every kiss of death
[01:37.29]I lose touch
[01:38.07]I sip the tea carefully because its at the degree of seperation
[01:41.34]Tasting the forked tongue in bi-lingual conversation
[01:43.80]Waiting for his answer still...and at any given chance
[01:46.50]I will Sweet and
[01:47.16]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."
[01:55.77]The concept is dead.
[01:56.82]There's nothing death should interrupt
[01:58.35]I went to bed last night with one sip left in the cup
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 ****ing 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 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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:11.58]Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
[00:15.84]He stays up with me and we discuss things
[00:18.48]Most of the time he just listens
[00:20.04]Other times offers suggestions or he just ignores my questions
[00:22.98]It gets more depressing as time passes, because every night
[00:25.95]I ask this one question and all he does is wipe his glasses
[00:28.74]It's aggrevating as hell and
[00:30.39]I'm just waiting to tell whether or not he can even remember the answer..
[00:33.96]Or whether or not he's choosing not to tamper with his memory..
[00:36.78]Or whether or not he can even ****ing remember me.
[00:39.15]What a waste of time
[00:40.29]But every night it's that same damn routine:
[00:42.72]One green cup of tea and me stuck all by myself once its empty
[00:46.32]Then I'm off to bed with plenty of caffiene to keep me up and thinking
[00:49.59]The cup I'm drinking from is never clean
[00:51.72]I can't remember if it's a dream once
[00:53.40]I awake and
[00:54.00]I walk.. From my messy bed and anticipate the next late night talk
[01:09.45]Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
[01:13.50]He stays up with me and we discuss things
[01:16.17]Most of the time he just listens
[01:17.88]Other times offers suggestions with his awful expressions
[01:20.88]Altered refelctions...his whole aura is see-through
[01:23.82]With more confessions...
[01:29.31]I see his face fading away.
[01:30.78]I surely need a refill
[01:32.28]I purposely keep still and don't move much
[01:34.74]Except to wet my lips with sips.
[01:36.21]With every kiss of death
[01:37.29]I lose touch
[01:38.07]I sip the tea carefully because its at the degree of seperation
[01:41.34]Tasting the forked tongue in bi-lingual conversation
[01:43.80]Waiting for his answer still...and at any given chance
[01:46.50]I will Sweet and
[01:47.16]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."
[01:55.77]The concept is dead.
[01:56.82]There's nothing death should interrupt
[01:58.35]I went to bed last night with one sip left in the cup
Had one too many one way conversationswith the licky licky lord'till
I grew a scissor tongueand c-c-cut the cordput the phone on the floordetach the w...
****ing doin' it
This song is called
Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter
It's about how drugs are the gateway to fun and flat laugh lines
There's effort ...
While taking deep, slow breaths I try to grow wings
Decided to stay low, the halo was a smoke ring
Fell around my neck, I started choking
I thought gh...
It's a tangible death and
I can almost handle it.
When it cancels my breath hold your hand over my candle then rest.
There's no pain in this fist's re...
I just sit there, and let the thoughts flood
And I remind myself it's all right, it's all good
It's all love, it's not though
Cause there's a kink in ...
Wrote my name on the dust of your desk
Scrawled it out like it meant something less
Blackboard's a graveyard of lessons I missed
Teacher teacher wher...
I wouldn't last
Don't make me laugh, don't make me laugh
I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute
With the toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoo...
Pull it up with our teeth till it covers our lips
Then exhale central heating for the weather beaten
No feet are beating, this street in to stand by u...