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 the room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to that kind of music she doesn't like She'll never know your story like I do Cause she wears short skirts and I wear a t-shirt She's tear-capped and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day where you wake up and find out What you are looking for has been here the whole time You can see that I'm the one