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