Pigeon Pit - Empties

Bury ^Cmy feet in the ^Gdirt, by the ^Empine in the ^Dgarden with my ^Ccat He got too ^Gbrave in the ^Embreath of the ^Dfreeway Bury ^Cmy feet in your ^Gblankets, Christmas ^Emlights in you^Dr bedroom, with your ^Ccat And I get ^Gbrave and I ^Emtell you how I'm ^Dfeeling

Bury ^Cmy face in your ^Ghair, you smell like ^Emparliaments and ^Dwhispered fears Like "^Cwhat if you move ^Dback to New York and ^EmI never see ^Cyou again?" We ^Cwear each other’s ^Gclothes a silent ^Empromise on the ^Dback porch We ^Cpack another ^Dbowl and ^Emskate down to the ^Ccorner store D

I watch the ^Cnail glow rеd, turn my ^Amteeth into ash You've got ^Emeyes likе ^Dfire and i'^Cm feeling cashed With ^Ggrief in my lungs I will ^Amchoke on your silence Your ^Embreath on my ^Dlips and the ^Cpatterns that bind us G Am C D G Am C Em

And our ^Ceyes glaze over ^Geagerly In ^Emsmoked out fantasies of^D chosen family A ^Chouse in the woods, a ^Glitter of kittens We ^Emcould raise our children with a ^Driver to swim in ^CYou brush my hair be^Ghind my ear Can’t ^Emstay in this town long but for ^Dtonight you're here I never ^Cthrow out your empties you haunt me ^Gnight after night I see re^Emflections of ghosts, like your ^Ceyes in the porch light D

I watch the ^Cnail glow rеd, turn my ^Amteeth into ash You've got ^Emeyes likе f^Dire and i'm^C feeling cashed With ^Ggrief in my lungs I will ^Amchoke on your silence Your ^Embreath on my ^Dlips and the ^Cpatterns that bind us