Cups of Tea

What remains unseen
Blankets on the bed are clean
Downtown streets sparkling in green envy
The price you pay to be

All of these nights locked up alone
Before you could call to me
I forgot about home
The comfort in your touch
Removed from distant disease
Healed by the praising
Of your generous crutch

But I can't follow you
I can't follow through
So many mornings inside of your smile
Still the tame must learn to forget
And return to the wild

I didn't want this hurt
You spoke it so well
The heaven of your love
Soon became a purple hell
Stripped of everything
We carry on for the show
Even if we must forget
Even if we must let go