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 the room, it's a typical Tuesday night. I'm listening to the kind 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'll wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time. If you could see that 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.