Lyrics:

Thirty comes fast
Kicking at a pile of stones
Waiting for a man to look back
I could smoke
Wouldn’t be a bad idea at all
When it hit me
Thicker than a pile of bricks
My father he was younger than I
And he smoked
Wouldn’t be a bad idea at all
Maybe I should go and get someone pregnant
Put a little pressure on the situation
Wouldn’t be a bad idea at all
As far as bad ideas go
I could smoke
Marry me
So we could go and learn japanese
Watching as our families die
Cause they smoked
Wouldn’t be a bad idea at all
Marry me
So we could have a boy of our own
Watch him as he grows up alone
But if he smokes…