You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset, she's going off about something that you said, she doesn't get your humor, like I do. I'm in my room, it's a typical tuesday nigh, I'm listening to the kind of music, she doesn't like... 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 what you're looking for has been 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. Walking 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?. And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town I haven't seen it in awhile since she brought you down you say you're fine I know you better than that hey whatchu doing with a girl like that. She wears high heels I wear sneakers

She's cheer captain, 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.