You're on the phone with your girlfriend
She's upset, she's going off about something that you said
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do.
I'm in the room, it's 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.
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 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,
You belong with me.
Walk in the streets with you in your worn out jean
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 a while
Since she brought you down.
You say you're fine I know you better than that.
Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?
She wears high heels,
I wear sneakers.
She's cheer 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 could 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 and waiting at your backdoor.
All this time how could you not know, baby?
You belong with me,
You belong with me.
Oh, I remember you driving to my house
In the middle of the night.
I'm the one who makes you laugh
When you know you're 'bout to cry.
I know your favorite songs,
And you tell me about your dreams.
Think I know where you belong,
Think I know it's with me.
Can't you 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 and 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.
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me.
*Your P.O.V*
I was at the arena where Raw was gonna be at tonight. I had just stepped into my black pants that goes along with my white blouse that I was gonna be wearing tonight. It isn't really my doing because I don't really wear blouses that much in my life.
I am an interviewer and even though we have to dress professional I really didn't want to. I didn't dig the fancy clothes that they always give me. I rather want to wear a pair of pants and a tshirt but I wasn't allowed to wear it because again we have to dress professional.
On the other hand I am not like Renee Young. The interviewer that has great style and doesn't really give a shit what kind of clothes they put out for her to wear. She rather wear these designer clothes and shoes when I rather again wear just pants and a shirt.
Also she is dating the guy that I completely adore. The man that had stolen my heart since the first time I met him.
His name is Dean Ambrose.
