Reality.

Tangled up in the sheets, you force your breathing to match mine. See on some days I don't like you. I climb out of bed and creep down the stairs to get away from you. I even hold hands with an old lover and when I realized that I missed him we may get caught up in the moment. Sometimes you are no fun and all ever do is say it like it is and leave no room to pretend. But that's just the way Reality is, always getting furious when I sneak away with my dreams. I just like to flirt with reality when everything gets boring. I don't love you the way you love me and I am sorry but my heart is in the clouds cradled by dreams. I am a dreamer baby, but when my dreams become reality well that when you find me tangled in the sheets with him.