verse 1
C Dm
In a terraced house in Rubery haunts
G
The ghost of something awful
F
A crushing dark and normal
C Dm
Like the night we made yr parents divorce
G
Days spent playing rebels
F C F Dm F
Pushing our own funerals forwards, forwards
verse 2
C Dm
I almost fucked you on the couch in the lounge
G
Teenagers are useless
F
Cause a brittle Christmas
C Dm
And the glass shards sparkle sharp in the snow
G
Outside for the romance
F C
Inside for the lust and I want you, want you
F Dm F
(Want you, want you)
C
I want you, want you
F Dm F
(Want you, want you)
C
I heard you kept a diary
Dm
Of all the gone-wrongs
F
And I know you won't believe me
C F
I think yr one of the lucky ones
(Lucky ones)
C F
I think yr one of them
verse 3
C Dm
You walked the long way with yr dignity crumbed
G
If yr your mother's anger
F
I'm my father's grave
C Dm
And we're back on our old shaky ground
G
You don't believe in ghosts
F C F Dm F
But that terraced house in Rubery haunts you, haunts you
C F Dm F
It haunts you, haunts you
C
I heard you kept a diary
Dm
Of all the gone-wrongs
F
And I know you won't believe me
C F
I think yr one of the lucky ones
(Lucky ones)
C F
I think yr one of them