This is 2005 歌词

Your shirts are pressed Your words are planned Your jeans are ripped Your skin is tan And like the cancer in your hands You plague this town with schemes and plans It makes me sick that they cant see your own predictive irony Youre at your peak and thats just fine You take your moment and Ill take mine I would like to believe the best of me is something I have yet to see Because working at dead end jobs and skipping class And spending hours on my ass, just doesnt sound like any fun to me I hate to judge but I cant stop Unless you step off your soap box Because its caving in, and you cant tell Youre busy checking out yourself Oh youre SO deep, your taste is chic But we both know that talk is cheap. It matters least the words you shout if you dont know whats coming out Its senior year and were all down with getting out of this old town But your staying back youd rather stop because at this moment youre on top But years will pass, well all come through And youll be right just where we left you And well realize you werent so cool, and that were all so over high school