Descendents

Wet sand on a foggy beach, the sky is gray
You would call it a perfect day
And naturally I'd have to agree
If you were here with me
When I'm hanging out with all my friends
Something still holds back my smile
Something tells me they're the enemy - the enemy
'cause you're not here with me
No, you're not here with me
(And I know she was everything)
Everybody's having fun
I sit and stare at everyone
Back to myself again
Took a walk outside along the beach
Watched the waves roll on the shore