Song: Ribs
Atrist:Lorde
Album: Pure Heroine
Intro
[A] [E] [F#m] [C#m]
(throughout)
[A] [E]
The drink you spilt all over me
[F#m] [C#m]
Lover's spit left on repeat
[A] [E]
My mum and dad let me stay home
[F#m] [C#m]
It drives you crazy getting old
[A]
We can talk it so good
[E]
We can make it so divine
[F#m]
We can talk it good
[F#m] [C#m]
How you wish it would be all the time
[A]
The drink you spilt all over me
[A]
Lover's Spit left on repeat
[E]
My mum and dad let me stay home
[E]
It drives you crazy getting old
[F#m]
The drink you spilt all over me
[F#m]
Lover's Spit left on repeat
[C#m]
My mum and dad let me stay home
[C#m]
It drives you crazy getting old
[A] [E] [F#m] [C#m]
[A] [E]
This dream isn't feeling sweet
[F#m] [C#m]
We're reeling through the midnight streets
[A] [E]
And I've never felt more alone
[F#m] [C#m]
It feels so scary getting old
[A]
We can talk it so good
[E]
We can make it so divine
[F#m]
We can talk it good
[F#m] [C#m]
How you wish it would be all the time
[A]
This dream isn't feeling sweet
[A]
We're reeling through the midnight streets
[E]
And I've never felt more alone
[E]
It feels so scary getting old
[F#m]
This dream isn't feeling sweet
[F#m]
We're reeling through the midnight streets
[C#m]
And I've never felt more alone
[C#m]
It feels so scary getting old
[A] [E] [F#m] [C#m]
Bridge
[A]
I want 'em back (I want 'em back)
The minds we had (The minds we had)
[E]
How all the thoughts (How all the thoughts)
Moved 'round our heads (Moved 'round our heads)
[F#m]
I want 'em back (I want 'em back)
The minds we had (The minds we had)
[C#m]
It's not enough to feel the lack (I want 'em back, I want 'em back)
I want 'em
[A]
You're the only friend I need (You're the only friend I need)
[E]
Sharing beds like little kids (Sharing beds like little kids)
[F#m]
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (And laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
[C#m]
But that will never be enough (But that will never be enough)
[A]
You're the only friend I need (You're the only friend I need)
[E]
Sharing beds like little kids (Sharing beds like little kids)
[F#m]
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (And laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
[C#m]
But that will never be enough (But that will never be enough)
