Lorde - Writer In The Dark - Royals - The Louvre

D Break the news, you're walking out C To be a good man for someone else D C Cmaj7 Sorry I was never good like you D Stood on my chest and kept me down C Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd D C Did my best to exist just for you D C Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark D C Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark D C Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart D C G Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark G Am Em I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops Am Em D I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me G Am Em But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power Am Em D I'll find a way to be without you, babe D My friends and I we've cracked the code C G We count our dollars on the train to the party D C And everyone who knows us knows that we're fine with this G We didn't come from money D But every song's like: gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom Blood stains, ballgowns, trashin' the hotel room C G We don't care - we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams D But everybody's like Cristal, Mayback, diamonds on your timepiece Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash C G We don't care - we aren't caught up in your love affair D And we'll never be royals - It don't run in our blood C That kind of lux just ain't for us G We crave a different kind of buzz D Let me be your ruler - you can call me Queen Bee C And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule G G Gx Let me live that fantasy C Em Our thing progresses, I call and you come through F Am Blow all my friendships, to sit in hell with you G But we're the greatest, they'll hang us in the Louvre Down the back, but who cares, still the Louvre C Em Okay I know that you are not my type (still I fall) F Am I'm just the sucker who let you fill her mind (but what about love?) G Nothing wrong with it, supernatural F G Just move in close to me, closer, you'll feel it coasting F G Am A ru-u-u-ush at the beginning F G Am I get caught u-u-u-up, just for a minute F G Am But lover, you're the one to blame, all that you're doing, can you hear the violence? F G Am Megapho-o-o-one to my chest N.C. Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it F G Am G Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it F G Am G and We'll never be royals F G Am G Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it F G Am G Writer in the dark F G Am G Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it