You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset
She's going off about something that you said
She doesnt get your humor like I do

I'm in the room, its a typical Tuesday night,
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesnt 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 lookin 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?