Cup of Tea
Midnight Tea Talks: A Melancholic Brew of Memories
Lyrics
Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
Every midnight, a ritual of sharing a cup of tea at the coffee table.
He stays up with me and we discuss things
A companion stays awake to discuss things.
Most of the time he just listens
The companion mostly listens without actively participating.
Other times offers suggestions or he just ignores my questions
Occasionally offers suggestions or ignores questions.
It gets more depressing as time passes, because every night
The routine becomes more depressing over time.
I ask this one question and all he does is wipe his glasses
The narrator asks a recurring question, met with a nonchalant response.
It's aggrevating as hell and I'm just waiting to tell
Frustration builds up; the narrator wants to share thoughts.
whether or not he can even remember the answer..
Uncertainty about whether the companion remembers the answer.
Or whether or not he's choosing not to tamper with his memory..
Speculation on whether the companion chooses not to tamper with memory.
Or whether or not he can even fucking remember me.
Doubt about whether the companion remembers the narrator.
What a waste of time
Expresses frustration at the perceived waste of time.
But every night it's that same damn routine:
Describes the repetitive nightly routine.
One green cup of tea and me stuck all by myself once its empty
A symbolic cup of tea, followed by loneliness once it's empty.
Then I'm off to bed with plenty of caffiene to keep me up and thinking
Heading to bed with caffeine-induced contemplation.
The cup I'm drinking from is never clean
The cup used is never clean, possibly reflecting on the messiness of thoughts.
I can't remember if it's a dream once I awake and I walk..
Doubt about the reality of experiences upon waking.
From my messy bed and anticipate the next late night talk
Anticipation for the next late-night conversation.
Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of tea
Repetition of the ritual, indicating a cyclical nature.
He stays up with me and we discuss things
Continuation of discussions, with the companion listening.
Most of the time he just listens
Reflects the companion's passive role in conversations.
Other times offers suggestions with his awful expressions
Companion occasionally offers suggestions with peculiar expressions.
Altered refelctions...his whole aura is see-through
Describes the companion as transparent, revealing altered reflections.
With more confessions...I don't want to leave you
Expresses reluctance to leave the companion despite confessions.
"This cup should be bottomless!"...as my insecurities spill
Insecurities are spilled, and the narrator desires an endless cup.
I see his face fading away. I surely need a refill
The companion's face fades away, prompting a need for a refill.
I purposely keep still and don't move much
The narrator remains still, sipping tea and losing touch.
Except to wet my lips with sips. With every kiss of death I lose touch
Wetting lips with sips, each sip brings a metaphorical kiss of death.
I sip the tea carefully because its at the degree of separation
Careful sipping due to the separation degree, engaging in bilingual conversation.
Tasting the forked tongue in bi-lingual conversation
Waiting for an answer while tasting the forked tongue.
Waiting for his answer still...and at any given chance I will
Continued anticipation for a response.
Sweet and Low my bitter past...let the cancer kill the small talk
References to the bitter past and the desire to move beyond small talk.
"Alright, man...this bitter taste in my mouth needs to get washed out
The narrator expresses the need to wash out a bitter taste.
Ghosts in this house don't have anything timely to talk about."
Ghosts in the house lack timely conversation.
The concept is dead. There's nothing death should interrupt
Declares the death of the concept, emphasizing an interruption-free state.
I went to bed last night with one sip left in the cup
The narrator goes to bed with one last sip, concluding the routine.
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