I remember a dream I had that stayed with me I never knew what it meant Although it put me at unease It was a sunny day and I was awake and smiling It was all normal until the bed I slept on came to life It set up a table and poured some tea With both sipped and ate small sandwhiches while chatting All of a sudden it got angry In the end it ate me I awoke, and what seemed insignificant was a nightmare to me After 10 years of wondering I've finally came to my conclusion I can be happy But that won't stop the world from trying to devour my smile And I'd never see it coming Because the person to carry the mischief through Would be the one I got comfortable with And depended on But it'd be my fault because I was the one who made the bed The thoughts would eat me away All they did was set the table and cut the bread Never knew until the day Where all the cards fell in place
The thing is I hate tea. Iced tea is ok, but hot tea I just don't like.