The story behind this song
The evidence is everywhere: the polaroids in a shoebox nobody's allowed to post, the matching tattoo that somehow aged beautifully, the group chat that never sleeps. Thirty years old and they survived the bad bangs of 2015, the ex everyone hated, every table they should not have been dancing on. One held your hair; the other kept your secrets.
Now there are jobs and houseplants and the appearance of being grown — until the song comes on and the table moans. Ten years of bad ideas, made together, and every 2 a.m. call answered on the first ring. For the best friend turning thirty, with the next thirty already promised: just as loud.
Lyrics
The legend turns thirty tonight
Survived that ex we all hated — yeah, we told you so
Got the polaroids in a shoebox no one's allowed to see
Got a matching tattoo that somehow aged beautifully
And you made every one with me
Ten wild years behind us and we never once grew up
You answered every 2 a.m., you never missed a call
Dirty thirty, best friend
Here's to thirty more — just as dumb, just as loud, that's all
You held my hair, I held your secrets — that's the marathon
Now we've got jobs and houseplants, look at us, all grown
But put our song on one more time and watch the table moan
And you made every one with me
Ten wild years behind us and we never once grew up
You answered every 2 a.m., you never missed a call
Dirty thirty, best friend
Here's to thirty more — just as dumb, just as loud, that's all
Baby, we settled this years ago:
Wherever you go, I go
Now somebody get the sparklers
Ten wild years behind us and we never once grew up
You answered every 2 a.m., you never missed a call
Dirty thirty, best friend
Here's to thirty more — just as dumb, just as loud, that's all
Now blow it out and start the trouble
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