This Is 2005 taby ukulele według Dave Melillo

Intro - C# - G# - A#m - F# - G# - F# - G#

                     C#
Your shirts are pressed
                 G#
Your words are planned
                 A#m
Your jeans are ripped
              F#
Your skin is tan
               C#              G#
And like the cancer in your hands
                  A#m                    F#
You plague this town with schemes and plans
             C#                    G#               A#m         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
                A#m                  F#
You take your moment and I'll take mine

*Chorus*
                    C#               G#               A#m             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#                  A#m          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
            A#m                 F#
Unless you step off your soap box
                     C#                 G#
Because it's caving in, and you cant tell
        A#m                    F#
You're busy checking out yourself
               C#                  G#
Oh you're SO deep, your taste is chic
             A#m                 F#
But we both know that talk is cheap.
            C#                   G#                  A#m                 F#
It matters least the words you shout if you don't know what's coming out

*Back to Chorus*
            C#                 G#                A#m               F#
Its senior year and were all down with getting out of this old town
                   C#                 G#                    A#m              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 
               A#m                       F#
And you'll be right just where we left you
              C#                   G#                   A#m                F#
And we'll realize you weren't so cool, and that were all so over high school

*Back to Chorus*