Ribs (Lorde cover)

from by Liam Walds

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The drink you spilt all over me
Lovers spit left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old

We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good
How you wish you would be all the time

The drink you spilt all over me
Lovers spit left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy getting old

This dream isn’t feeling sweet
We’re reeling through the midnight streets
And I’ve never felt more alone
It feels so scary, getting old

We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good
How you wish you would be all the time

This dream isn’t feeling sweet
We’re reeling through the midnight streets
And I’ve never felt more alone
It feels so scary getting old

I want them back, the minds we had
How all the thoughts moved ‘round our heads
I want them back, the minds we had
It’s not enough to feel the lack
I want them back, I want ‘em

You’re the only friend I need
Sharing beds like little kids
We’ll laugh until our ribs get tough
But that will never be enough

That will never be enough

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from Here - EP, released May 5, 2015

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