Tea ***, tea ***
How you gleam in the early morning light
Smooth and calm, smooth and calm
But pressure hits
Heat
Steam
Pressure
But the faith I have is that I know it’s only for minute
I could pour your liquids out, utilize the air, help the air
But instead I will walk away,
Away from the steam
I anticipate the blow, I know the blow
But I still walk away. I walk away.
I wouldn’t want to burn myself