Pigeon Pit - Hot knives

^CI am feeling embarrassed I let the moon^Flight get the best of me I^C swear I was doing better Right now I'm just ^Fdrunker than I meant to be Snow s^Cwallows up the Puget sound beneath ^FMy feet six stories down ^CBeneath blueberry wine and blunts telling my^Fself

I'll wake up from this ni^Cghtmare, roll over to f^Find Your soft freckled should^Cers right there next t^Fo mine I can't help feeling b^Citter I can't help feeling le^Fft behind I don't give a sh^Cit I'm not embarrass^Fed I'm just Fa^Amlling apart on the back porch ^Cof the house Tha^Ft I used to live in

And I don'^Ct know if^G it's the hot kniv^Fes or ^Cthe^G dissoci^Fation Could I still^C drive^G this car all nigh^Ft and Crawl in bed ^Cwith yo^Gu in Oaklan^Fd? I can't r^Dmemember how it happened I got to u^Csed to i^Gsolation^F Now I stil^Cl talk to^G you at night^F to See you sm^Cile and fe^Gel you liste^Fn

^CAnd I can feel your fingers through the ^FBurn holes in my sweatshirt ^CI wind up smoked out in your bedroom Every t^Dmime that I get hurt ^CYou pull my hair and I get scared ^FI steal your favorite sweatshirt ^CAnd wear it when I miss you ^FMonths after you're gone

And I don'^Ct know if^G it's the hot kniv^Fes or ^Cthe^G dissoci^Fation Could I still^C drive^G this car all nigh^Ft and Crawl in bed ^Cwith yo^Gu in Oaklan^Fd? I can't r^Dmemember how it happened I got to u^Csed to i^Gsolation^F Now I stil^Cl talk to^G you at night^F to See you sm^Cile and fe^Gel you liste^Fn

^CAnd I can feel your fingers through the ^FBurn holes in my sweatshirt ^CWhile we make out in the bathroom of a house ^FI've never been before ^CWhen I black out we're holding hands and ^FLaughing in your kitchen ^CI still struggle to feel stable months after you're ^Fgone.