sweet dreams, beautiful nightmares

all of the boys you loved before

when you think of midnights,

headlights, fine lines–

i hope my name is all you know;

through all the best times,

hard times, end times–

i fancy myself thinking of you.

your heart's a mural–

a history of love,

with names of strangers

you have fallen once

'til you have passed mine,

then it is perfect as time.

your heart's a beautiful collage

of love you forgive

and tried to forgot;

i spent my nights

wandering this town,

and falling in love

wasn't one of my plans–

found ourselves killing minutes of time,

my hands around yours,

our souls intertwined.

i want you to be my baby,

the surest of all of my maybe's,

treat you like a prince charming

for i never felt love this amazing

and all i can say is–

for all of the boys,

that you loved before–

for the love that you give,

and love you've forlorn;

you are all i need–

you're the air i breathe,

sweeps my darkest fears,

i am thankful for

all of the boys you loved before

and i'll be forever grateful

for all of the boys you loved before

but i love you more.