Observers What A Waste
When I look back on our past transgressions
I am reminded of a few that made us feel so cool
But we were young and we were just pretending
How could I know you would be leaving us so soon
And oh I just don’t know
Like the one that brings me down
Is I won’t see you there at the show tomorrow
What comes over me is emptiness and sorrow
And oh I just don’t know how this could be
What a waste, what a waste
Living in misery since the year 2003
And they’re gone