This Is 2005

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Your shirts are pressed Your words are planned Your jeans are ripped Your skin is tan And like the cancer in your hands You've plagued this town with schemes and plans It makes me sick that they can't see Your own predictive irony You're at your peak and that's just fine You take your moment; I'll take mine I'd like to believe the best of me Is something I have yet to see Cos working at dead-end jobs and skipping class And spending hours on my ass Just doesn't sound like any fun to me I hate to judge, but I can't stop Unless you step off your soapbox Cos it's caving in and you can't tell You're busy checking out yourself Oh, you're so deep; your taste is sheik But we both know that talk is cheap It matters least the words you shout If you don't know what's coming out I'd like to believe the best of me Is something I have yet to see Cos working at dead-end jobs and skipping class And spending hours on my ass Just doesn't sound like any fun to me It's senior year and we're all down Of getting out of this old town You're staying back, you'd rather stop Cos at this moment you're on top The years will pass; we'll all come through And you'll be right just where we left you You'll realize you weren't so cool And that we're all so over high school I'd like to believe the best of me Is something I have yet to see Cos working at dead-end jobs and skipping class And spending hours on my ass Just doesn't sound like any fun to me