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