Song Analysis
Ribs is a song that a lot of young people develop an attachment to, as it encapsulates the anxiety of growing up, the warmth and comfort of friendships amidst the chaos, and the eerie loneliness that comes with growing up, as well as the fear of uncertainty of the future.
The mood of this song is blue and gloomy and the sped up repetition of the first verse in the prechorus perfectly captures the sense and feeling of anxiety. The bridge of the song displays a sense of relief and comfort by mentioning a close bond with a friend.
The drink you spilt all over me"Lover's Spit" left on repeatMy mom and dad let me stay homeIt drives you crazy getting old
We can talk it so goodWe can make it so divineWe can talk it goodHow you wish it would be all the time
The drink you spilt all over me"Lover's Spit" left on repeatMy mom and dad let me stay homeIt drives you crazy getting oldThe drink you spilt all over me"Lover's Spit" left on repeatMy mom and dad let me stay homeIt drives you crazy getting old
This dream isn't feeling sweetWe're reeling through the midnight streetsAnd I've never felt more aloneIt feels so scary getting old
We can talk it so goodWe can make it so divineWe can talk it goodHow you wish it would be all the time
This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streetsAnd I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting oldThis dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streetsAnd I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old
I want 'em back, I want 'em backThe minds we had, the minds we hadHow all the thoughts, how all the thoughtsMoved 'round our heads, moved 'round our headsI want 'em back, I want 'em backThe minds we had, the minds we hadIt's not enough to feel the lackI 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)
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