This Is 2005 - Dave Melillo

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 can’t see your own predictive irony 
You’re at your peak and that’s just fine 
You take your moment and I’ll 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 doesn’t sound like any fun to me 

I hate to judge but I cant stop 
Unless you step off your soap box 
Because it’s caving in, and you cant tell 
You’re busy checking out yourself 
Oh you’re SO deep, your taste is chic 
But we both know that talk is cheap. 
It matters least the words you shout if you don’t know what’s coming out 

Its senior year and were all down with getting out of this old town 
But your staying back you’d rather stop because at this moment you’re on top 
But years will pass, we’ll all come through 
And you’ll be right just where we left you 
And we’ll realize you weren’t so cool, and that were all so over high school