I'm in the room, its 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
Dreaming bout 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
Walking the streets with you in your worn out jeans
I cant 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
Standing by, waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that?
♥