but i don't mind
i guess
at least you're alive
and your hair
tickles
when you lie on me
but that's ok
at least you smell good
and every now and then
you call my name
and kick
every so softly
at my legs
which begs to wonder
just what
are you dreaming
about
at least you're calling my name
you're a mess
but you're my mess
i guess
that's good
(love)
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