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)


Chorus

  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


Chorus

  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