You're on the phone with your girlfriend

She's upset

She's going off about something that you said

Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

I'm in my room

It's a typical Tuesday night

I'm listening to the type of music she doesn't like

And she'll never know your story like I do.

But she wears short skirts

I wear t-shirts

She's Cheer Captain

And I'm on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up

And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you can see I'm the one who understands you

Been here all along so why can't you see

You belong with me

You belong with me

Walkin' the streets with you and your worn out jeans

I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be

Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself

Hey isn't this easy