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
I'll take it
I'll take mine
I'd like to believe
The best of me
Is something I haven't yet to see
Cause working at dad and 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
Cause it's caving in
And you can't 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
I'd like to believe
The best of me
Is something I haven't yet to see
Cause working at dad and 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
With getting out of this old town
You're staying back
I'd rather stop
Cause at this moment
You're on top
But years will pass
We'll all come through
And you'll be fine


We'll be right just where we left you
And 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 haven't yet to see
Cause working at dad and jobs
And skipping class
And spending hours on my ass
Just doesn't sound like any fun to me