Text: Descendents. 'Merican. Here With Me.

Here With Me
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 tells me they're the enemy - the enemy
Something still holds back my smile
No, you're not here with me
'cause you're not here with me
(And I know she was everything)

I sit and stare at everyone

Everybody's having fun

Back to myself again
Took a walk outside along the beach
Not anymore

Watched the waves roll on the shore
The things I felt before aren't there anymore -
'Cause you're not here with me
Everybody's having fun (but not me)
No, you're not here with me
I sit and stare at everyone


Back to myself again
Back to myself again

Wet sand on a foggy beach, the sky is gray...
Stay busy
Keep working
Don't think about
Don't think about
Her