Chords for PIGEON PIT - Hot Knives | A Fistful Of Vinyl

[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#m]
Um, we're Pigeon Pit, this is a festival of vinyl.
This song's called Hot Knives.
Um, yeah, okay.
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[G#m] _ [F#] _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm feeling embarrassed, I let [B] the moonlight get the best of me, I [D#m] swear I was doing better
right now, I'm [B] just drunker than I meant to be.
[F#] Stuff swallows up the Puget [B] Sound beneath my feet, six [F#] stories down beneath blueberry
wine and blunts, telling [B] myself, uh-huh ah [F#]-huh oh-oh, _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ I'll wake up from [F#] this nightmare, roll
over [B] to find your [F#] soft, freckled shoulders right there [B] next to mine.
I [F#] can't help feeling bitter, I can't help feeling [B] left behind, [F#] I don't give a shit,
I'm not embarrassed, my life's just [B] falling apart on the back porch of the house that we used to [D#m] live in
And I [C#] don't know if [B] it's the hot nuts [F#] or the _ disassociation
Could [D#m] I still [A#m] drive this car [B] all night and [F#] crawl in bed with you in Oakland?
I can't [C#] remember how it [B] happened, I got [F#] so used to [C#] isolation
[D#m] Now I still [C#] talk to you at [F#] night, see you smile and feel you listen _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
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_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[F#] And I can feel [D#m] your fingers through the burn holes in my sweatshirt
[F#] Now I'm smoked out in [A#m] your bedroom [B] every time that I [F#] get hurt
You pull my hair and [C#] I get [G#] scared, I steal [F#] your favorite sweatshirt
And wear it when I [A#m] miss you [G#] months [B] after you're gone
[F#] And I can feel your fingers [B] through the burn holes in my [F#] sweatshirt
Make out in [A#m] the bathroom [B] of a house I've never been [F#] before
I black out while holding [B] hands and laughing in your [F#] kitchen
But I struggle to [C#] feel stable [B] months after you're gone
[D#m] And I don't know [B] if it's the hot [D#m] nuts or the [C#] _ [B] disassociation
[D#m] Could I still [F#] drive this car all night and crawl in bed with you in Oakland?
I can't [D#m] remember how it happened, I got so [C#] used to [B] isolation
Now [D#m] I still talk to [B] you at night, see [D#m] you [C#] smile and feel [F#] you listen _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [F#] And I can feel your fingers through [B] the burn holes in my sweatshirt
Now [F#] I'm smoked out in [B] your bedroom every time that I get hurt
[F#m] You pull my hair and I get [B] scared, I steal your favorite sweatshirt
And wear it when I miss you months after you're gone
And I [F#m] can feel your fingers through [B] the burn holes in my sweatshirt
[F#] While we make out in the bathroom of [B] a house [F#] I've never been before
When I black out while holding [B] hands and laughing in your kitchen
But I [G#] still struggle to [C#] feel stable [G#] months after [B] you're gone
[D#] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [D#] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D#m] _ My best friend and sister passed away this past December in the Goshen fire in Oakland
_ _ And it's kind of been about what I've _ been feeling since that kind of shit _ Yeah,