I dreamt of a boy and his motorcycle
And how he stole me away from you in the back of his dad's pickup truck
On a recycled mattress.
I remember waking up and wondering if I should tell you
That I felt more alive in my dreams than I did in your arms
I see that boy with the tattoos up his arms and the smile gracing his face and I wonder who I am cheating more: you or myself
But each morning I wake up I remember why I am in love with you
And every night I fall asleep I wonder what it would be like to be in love with him