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 divorce
Days spent playing rebels
Pushing our own funerals forwards, forwards
Verse 2
I almost ed 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