Bo Burnham — 30

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I used to run for miles, I used to ride my bike
I used to wake up with a smile
And go to bed at night with a dream (ah)
But now I’m turning 30 (no!)

I used to be the young one, got used to meeting people
Who weren’t used to meeting someone who was born in 1990
No way! (Yeah, I was born in 1990)
Now I’m turning 30
God, god-damn it!

I’m (turning 30, turning 30)
(Turning 30, turning 30)
Turning (turning 30, turning 30)
(Turning 30, turning 30)
Thirty (turning 30, turning 30)
(Turning 30, turning 30)
I’m turning 30 (turning 30, turning 30)
(Turning 30, turning 30)

When he was 27, my granddad fought in Vietnam
When I was 27, I built a birdhouse with my mom
Oh, fuck (oh), how am I thirty? (Oh!)
I used to make fun of the boomers
In retrospect, a bit too much
Now all these fucking zoomers
Are telling me that I’m out of touch? Oh, yeah?
Well, your fucking phones are poisoning your minds, okay?
So when you develop a dissociative mental disorder in your late ’20s
Don’t come crawling back to me

I’m (turning 30, turning 30)
(Turning 30, turning 30)
Turning (turning 30, turning 30)
(Turning 30, turning 30)
Thirty (turning 30, turning 30)
(Turning 30, turning 30)
I’m turning 30 (turning 30, turning 30)
(Turning 30, turning 30)

And now my stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
And now my stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
My stupid friends are having stupid children
Stupid, fucking ugly, boring children

It’s 2020, and I’m 30, I’ll do another ten
2030, I’ll be 40 and kill myself then