Letras
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