You're on the phone with your boyfriend, he's upset
He's going off about something that you said
'Cause he doesn't get your humor like I do.
I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night.
I'm listening to the kind of bands he doesn't like.
And he'll never know your story like I do.
He wears jerseys
I wear t-****rts
He's team captain
And 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
If you can 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!
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 he brought you down
You say you're fine - I know you better than that
Hey, what you doing with a **** like that?
I wear Toms and
He wears sneakers
He's banging your friend
Underneath the bleachers
I'm dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you can see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me?
Standing by you waiting at your backdoor.
All this time how could you not know, baby
You belong with me?
You belong with me
You belong with me
