Thirty Looks Good
Becca... You're thirty today and acting like it's a funeral. You've still got the disposable camera. You've still got me. You're gonna be fine. You're always fine. Happy birthday, weirdo. [Verse] You've got a true-crime podcast for every drive A cart online you'll never check out Three plants you swear you'll keep alive And a film camera you point at everyone [Chorus] Becca, you're thirty And you're freaking out over nothing Half a plan, a full roll of film, same old you — Thirty's showing up, and I'm showing up too (happy birthday, Becca) [Verse] You cried at a dog video on Tuesday You can't parallel park to save your life You text me paragraphs at two a.m. And you show up every time I fall apart [Bridge] Everybody else was a chapter You were the whole damn book [Final Chorus] Becca, here's to thirty And every year that's coming Real plan now, a full roll of film, brand-new you — Thirty's showing up, and I'm showing up too (happy birthday, Becca)
