A Decent Cup Of Tea

It hadn't been a day when everything had turned out right

She called me up and asked me to come over in the night

To make her cups of tea and listen quietly as she starts

To list the latest list of bastards who have trampled on her heart

I see her in the nightclubs, I see her in the bars

At rooftop after-parties, or crammed into friends' cars

And we talk about the weather, and how she drowns her pain in drink

And I nod and never ever dare to tell her what I think

She summers by my seas

But winters without me

And she cries into her tea

That she's secretly lonely

And oh me, what am I to do?

It's obvious to me

But she never seems to see

That it's not about the days when everything has turned out right

No it's more about the moments when she calls me in the night

To make her cups of tea and wash the weary worries from her head

And then to draw the pain out slowly as I put her into bed

And I slip this information

Into all our conversations

But she never seems to listen

And she never seems to see