Its the altitude they say...
which doesn´t excuse any other times,
but I'm worried about what I've been
saying in my sleep, or whether my
throat repeats the things you say in
my dreams, my throat is sore each
morning, and I wonder what kinds
of moans and screams I've been sleepily
imagining.
The word choice is really the scariest
thought, pet names, and secrets revealed
while stealing happy hours.
I've woken up exhausted. How much heavy
petting, salty sweating, _______________,
happily not bed wetting,
but its happened to me before.
I've never blamed it on the altitude,
Given full credit where credit is due,
though I probably wouldn´t say it to you,
I'm thinking it even now.
What else can I say
You've got a great...
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