The wind is picking up
On this peaceful night
My tea is half empty
Or half full
I can never make up my mind

I think of you before the sun rises
My sleepless nights
Have given me superthoughts
Existential crises all around

While you were living life
I stayed behind like a hopeless fool
I blame my misfortunes on everyone
And especially you

But what I don’t want to hear
Or even think about
It’s the truth,  
I was never ready
Much less mature enough
To live hopeful life with you