You are on the phone with you girlfriend, she is upset, she is going off about something that you said, 'cause she doesn't get your humor like i do. I am in my room it's a typical tuesday night i am listening to the kind of music she doesn't like and she will never know your story like i do. She wears short skirts, i wear t-shirts, she is cheercaptain and i am on the bleachers, dreaming about the day when you wake up and find what you are looking for has been here the whole time. 
If you could see that i am the one who understands you been here all along so why can't you see? you belong with me
walking the streets with you and your worn-out jeans i can't help thinking this how it ought to be laughing on a park bench thinking to my self, hey! isn't this easy? You have got a smile that could light up this whole town i haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down. You say you are fine i know you are better than that. What are you doing with a girl like that?


Standing by and waiting at your back door, all this time how could you not know? I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night, im the one who makes you laugh when you know you are about to cry, think i know where you belong, think i know is with me.

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