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 cause 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 cause 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 cause 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 cause 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 cause working at dead end jobs and skipping class and spending hours on my ass just doesn t sound like any fun to me