The drink you spilt all over me
"Lover's 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 it would be all the time
The drink you spilt all over me
"Lover's Spit" left on repeat
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy getting old
The drink you spilt all over me
"Lover's 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 it 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, feels so scary getting old
This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets
And I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old
I want 'em back, I want 'em back
The minds we had, the minds we had
How all the thoughts, how all the thoughts
Moved 'round our heads, moved 'round our heads
I want 'em back, I want 'em back
The minds we had, the minds we had
It's not enough to feel the lack
I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em
You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)
You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)
(But that will never be enough)
(But that will never be enough)
(But that will never be enough)
(But that will never be enough)
About This Song
"Ribs" is a haunting meditation on the terror and melancholy of aging out of adolescence, capturing the specific anxiety of watching childhood slip away in real time. The song explores the liminal space between youth and adulthood, where seemingly mundane moments-spilled drinks, parental permission to stay home, casual intimacy-become loaded with the weight of impending change. Lorde's lyrics focus on the physical and emotional sensations of growing up, particularly the unsettling realization that time is moving faster than you can process, with the repeated refrain "it drives you crazy, getting old" serving as both mantra and lament. The production is deliberately sparse and atmospheric, built around minimal beats and ethereal synths that create a dreamlike quality, mirroring the disorienting nature of transitional periods in life. The song's genius lies in its ability to articulate a universal but rarely discussed fear-that growing up means losing some essential part of yourself-while maintaining the perspective of someone still caught in that process. The repetitive structure and hypnotic quality of the track mirrors the cyclical nature of anxiety and rumination that comes with major life transitions. "Ribs" resonated deeply with listeners because it gave voice to the complex emotions surrounding coming-of-age that most pop music either romanticizes or ignores entirely. The song established Lorde as an artist capable of finding profound meaning in seemingly ordinary experiences, transforming teenage ennui into something both beautiful and devastating.
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