David Andrew Melillo (born June 12, 1988) is a Drive-Thru Records recording singer/songwriter as well as the former bassist for pop rock band Cute Is What We Aim For. He plays a mellow blend of acoustic guitar-driven acoustic rock and piano-accented power pop, somewhat in the vein of early Dashboard Confessional and The Rocket Summer.
David Melillo was born on June 12, 1988 in Glen Ridge, New Jersey[citation needed] to David A. Melillo Sr. and Gina A. Melillo. After moving to Celebration, Florida in December 2000, he learned how to play the guitar, the bass guitar and the piano and eventually began writing songs. While attending Celebration High School, he played in several ensembles, including the short-lived garage band Trexx.
In mid-2004, Melillo formed the Taking Back Sunday-inspired indie rock band Arcana. While their submitted two-song demo fell on deaf ears with Drive-Thru Records, Melillo's solo material did not. Drive-Thru Records invited Melillo to play a showcase for the label and signed him immediately in December 2004, at the age of sixteen. Melillo made his debut on the Drive-Thru Records and PureVolume compilation album Bands You Love, Have Heard of, and Should Know (2005) with his song "Wait for It". Melillo spent the following summer recording with producer James Wisner in St. Cloud, FL. Melillo's debut EP, titled Talk Is Cheap, was first released on April 17, 2006 as a free digital download from mtvU. The physical CD release was issued on June 13 through Drive-Thru Records, containing one extra track.
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
Cos 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
Cos 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
Cos 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
Cos 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
Cos working at dead-end jobs and skipping class
And spending hours on my ass