[Verse 1] 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/
Every night I ask this one question/
And all he does is wipe his glasses/
It's aggravating as hell/
I'm just waiting to tell/
Whether or not he can even remember the answer/
Whether or not he's choosing not to tamper with his memory/
Whether or not he can even f****** 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/
And then I'm off to bed with plenty of caffeine 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 our next late night talk/

[Bridge] (You don't scare me
Why are you still sitting here
I'm not afraid of you
You are not incriminating!
What is it that you want from me
I'm not leaving
I want to stay, I want to stay...)

[Verse 2] 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 reflections/
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 separation/
Tasting the forked tongue in bilingual 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/