Don't blame me for getting drowned with a glass of water.
It is not my fault that I am wanting.
Remember when you said that you'd fill my cup...
Even overflowing...
But you made my heart hunger.
Making me taste even the bitter things sweet...
Leaving me athirst...
Preying for the mist.
Drunk to the toast of water you made me think as wine.
Now I'm drowning...
Oh! But don't blame me with that cup you've offered.
Don't point on me when I have a hangover.
I'll wash my hands with this same glass...
Cause all these are sweet in the tongue of a weary heart.