viernes, 24 de julio de 2009

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset; she's going off about something that you said she doesnt get your humour 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 bout the day when you'll 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? You belong with me we walkin the streets with you in your worn out jeans I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be laughing on the park bench thinkin to myself. Hey! isnt this easy? And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town I havent seen it in awhile, since she brought you down you say you find I know you better than that, hey, Whatcha doing with a girl like that?

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