30 on 2 Lyrics

30 on 2 and a box of blues

I was a loser long before the day that I met you

No one remembers Shakespeare's daughter

Will they make an exception for the publisher's son?

Sunday, baby, and parking is free

I can see your new man looks even worse than me

Did you see his mask grow into his face?

A little death around the eyes and he's gone, gone, gone

Aren't we a little bit older?

Aren't we a little bit older?

Aren't we a little bit older?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It smells so good, I want to eat that fish

As you throw it all away, please don't break that dish

The only calls that I get are from telemarketers

Cause they don't feel bad when they lie, lie, lie

She does drugs instead of entropy

I do her instead of therapy

Half of my friends are one with God

And I guess we'll find out when we die, die, die

Aren't we a little bit older?

Aren't we a little bit older?

Aren't we a little bit older?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Dr. Pepper and Sutter Home

It's a cheaper way to waste away alone

She said chicken soup is good for the soul

You ask me how I know she's lying, it's cause she's opening her mouth

Well, it all came around in 2009

Popping little candies with a friend of mine

We made a good run, but he got ahead

I packed my bags and made my way down south.

Aren't we a little bit older?

Aren't we a little bit older?

Aren't we a little bit older?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah