I’m sitting near by on a bench at school with my friends I can hear you on you’re phone with your girlfriend because she’s upset as she’s going off about something that you once said yet she doesn’t get you’re humour like I do. We hang out in my room on typical Tuesday night listening to the kind of music that she doesn’t like and she’ll never know your story like I do.
She wears short skirts I wear t-shirts but she’s a cheer leader captain and I’m on the bleachers bench taking pictures yet dreaming about the day when you wake up and find what you’re looking for has been here the whole time. If you could see that I’m the one who understands you and I’ve been here all along standing beside you the whole time. So why can’t you see that you belong to me.
We walk in the streets with you in your worn out jeans I can’t help but thinking this is how it ought to be; laughing on a park bench thinking to myself “hey, isn’t this easy?” And all you’ve got to do is a smile that could light up this whole town because I haven’t seen it in a while since she’s brought you down. Yet you say you’re fine I know you better than that but you know what I’m going to say. Hey what you doing with a girl like that?
She wears high heels that can break her neck I wear sneakers that won’t break my neck. She’s a cheerleader captain and I’m sitting on the bleachers bench taking photos for the school. I’m just dreaming about the day that when you finally wake up and find what you’re looking for has been here the whole time.
Standing by and waiting for me at my backdoor all this time how could you not know that you belong with me. I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night; I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry, I know all of you’re favourite songs and you tell me about your dreams and I know where you belong and to think I know it’s me.
Have you ever thought maybe you belong with me? You belong with me.