Pigeon Pit - Nights like these

^DStrawberry stained fingertips, chain smoking, binge-watching netflix ^GBike grease in my hair, blood on your ^DJeans, blisters on your ^Afeet, a huge grin full of ^Gteeth

^DThe california drought the smell after the thunderstorm That ^Gknocked the power out, sweat soaks up my handle bars I ^Dwant to die with all my scars, if ^Athey don’t like the way we are, then ^Gfuck em'

And I stayed ^Dup, chain smoking in the ^F#mkitchen until you got home And the ^Bmcurtains were on fire, fuck I'm ^Gsorry you feel all alone ^D With the TV blasting s^F#mhadows on my face Hitching ^Bmback to the apartment, it was ^Gsuch a lonely place I ^Dplace my head be^F#mtween my knees and think ^Bm Do you ever have n^Gights like these So se^Dparated from my ^F#msense of self And the ^Bmshit you keep up on ^Gyour bookshelf

So I just ^Dtake another sip, I keep falling off and eating shit And for^Ggetting to unclip, the sun will rise another time For ^Dnow it’s me and you, our bikes, we ^Atrip and stumble, laughing, to the ^Gpark

The ^Dflea bites laid out on my wrist, the heart shaped blister on my palm The ^Ghandlebars had etched, my body is out on my back porch My ^Dbrain is fucking somewhere else, ^Aon the roof with the flags ^Gwe torched