Chords for PIGEON PIT - Nights Like These | A Fistful Of Vinyl
Tempo:
92.825 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
Dm
C
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm Alec, you're listening to A Fistful of Vinyl.
This is Pigeon Pit.
This song's called Nights Like These.
[E] [F]
[Bb] [F]
[C] [Bb]
[F] Strawberry [Bb] stained fingertips, chain-smoking binge-watching Netflix
Bikers in my [F] hair and blood on your [C] jeans
Blisters on our feet, a [Bb] hudron full of teeth
The [F] California [Bb] drought, the smell after the thunderstorm that knocked the power out
Sweat soaks up my [F] handlebars, I wanna die with all [C] my scars
If they don't like the way [Bb] we are, just buck em
And I [F] stayed up, [Am] chain-smoking in the kitchen [Dm] till you got home
And the curtains were on [Bb] fire, fuck I'm sorry [F] you go all alone
With the TV [Am] blocking shadows [Dm] on my face, hitching back to [F] the apartment, it was such a lonely place
I place my head [C] between [Dm] my knees and think, [Bb] do you ever have nights [F] like these?
So separated [Am] from my sense [Dm] of self and the shit [Bb] you keep up on your [F] bookshelf
So
[C] [Bb]
[F] I just take another sip, I keep falling off and eating [Bbm] shit and forgetting to unclip
The sun will [Fm] rise some other time, for now it's [C] me and you, our bikes we trip and [Bb] stumble laughing to the park
The flea bites laid out on my wrist, the heart-shaped blister on my palm, the handlebars head-etched
My [F] body's out on my back porch, my brain is fucking somewhere [C] else on [Bb] the roof with the flags we torch
[F] And I stayed up, chain-smoking [Am] in the kitchen [Dm] till you got home
And the curtains [Bb] were on fire, fuck I'm sorry [F] you go all alone
With the TV [Am] blocking shadows [Dm] on my face, hitching back to [Bb] the apartment, it was such a lonely place
[F] I place [Am] my head between my [Dm] knees and [Bb] think, do you ever have [F] nights like these?
So separated [Am] from my sense of [Dm] self and the shit you [Bbm] keep up on [F] your [Ab] bookshelf
[Ebm]
[B] [Ebm] [Db] [Eb]
[B]
Oh wow my foot is asleep
This is Pigeon Pit.
This song's called Nights Like These.
[E] [F]
[Bb] [F]
[C] [Bb]
[F] Strawberry [Bb] stained fingertips, chain-smoking binge-watching Netflix
Bikers in my [F] hair and blood on your [C] jeans
Blisters on our feet, a [Bb] hudron full of teeth
The [F] California [Bb] drought, the smell after the thunderstorm that knocked the power out
Sweat soaks up my [F] handlebars, I wanna die with all [C] my scars
If they don't like the way [Bb] we are, just buck em
And I [F] stayed up, [Am] chain-smoking in the kitchen [Dm] till you got home
And the curtains were on [Bb] fire, fuck I'm sorry [F] you go all alone
With the TV [Am] blocking shadows [Dm] on my face, hitching back to [F] the apartment, it was such a lonely place
I place my head [C] between [Dm] my knees and think, [Bb] do you ever have nights [F] like these?
So separated [Am] from my sense [Dm] of self and the shit [Bb] you keep up on your [F] bookshelf
So
[C] [Bb]
[F] I just take another sip, I keep falling off and eating [Bbm] shit and forgetting to unclip
The sun will [Fm] rise some other time, for now it's [C] me and you, our bikes we trip and [Bb] stumble laughing to the park
The flea bites laid out on my wrist, the heart-shaped blister on my palm, the handlebars head-etched
My [F] body's out on my back porch, my brain is fucking somewhere [C] else on [Bb] the roof with the flags we torch
[F] And I stayed up, chain-smoking [Am] in the kitchen [Dm] till you got home
And the curtains [Bb] were on fire, fuck I'm sorry [F] you go all alone
With the TV [Am] blocking shadows [Dm] on my face, hitching back to [Bb] the apartment, it was such a lonely place
[F] I place [Am] my head between my [Dm] knees and [Bb] think, do you ever have [F] nights like these?
So separated [Am] from my sense of [Dm] self and the shit you [Bbm] keep up on [F] your [Ab] bookshelf
[Ebm]
[B] [Ebm] [Db] [Eb]
[B]
Oh wow my foot is asleep
Key:
F
Bb
Dm
C
Am
F
Bb
Dm
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm Alec, you're listening to A Fistful of Vinyl.
This is Pigeon Pit.
This song's called Nights Like These.
[E] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ [F] Strawberry [Bb] stained fingertips, chain-smoking binge-watching Netflix
Bikers in my [F] hair and blood on your [C] jeans
Blisters on our feet, a [Bb] hudron full of teeth
The [F] California [Bb] drought, the smell after the thunderstorm that knocked the power out
Sweat soaks up my [F] handlebars, I wanna die with all [C] my scars
If they don't like the way [Bb] we are, just buck em
And I [F] stayed up, [Am] chain-smoking in the kitchen [Dm] till you got home
And the curtains were on [Bb] fire, fuck I'm sorry [F] you go all alone
With the TV [Am] blocking shadows [Dm] on my face, hitching back to [F] the apartment, it was such a lonely place
I place my head [C] between [Dm] my knees and think, [Bb] do you ever have nights [F] like these?
So separated [Am] from my sense [Dm] of self and the shit [Bb] you keep up on your [F] bookshelf
So _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [F] I just take another sip, I keep falling off and eating [Bbm] shit and forgetting to unclip
The sun will [Fm] rise some other time, for now it's [C] me and you, our bikes we trip and [Bb] stumble laughing to the park
_ _ The flea bites laid out on my wrist, the heart-shaped blister on my palm, the handlebars head-etched
My [F] body's out on my back porch, my brain is fucking somewhere [C] else on [Bb] the roof with the flags we torch
[F] And I stayed up, chain-smoking [Am] in the kitchen [Dm] till you got home
And the curtains [Bb] were on fire, fuck I'm sorry [F] you go all alone
With the TV [Am] blocking shadows [Dm] on my face, hitching back to [Bb] the apartment, it was such a lonely place
[F] I place [Am] my head between my [Dm] knees and [Bb] think, do you ever have [F] nights like these?
So separated [Am] from my sense of [Dm] self and the shit you [Bbm] keep up on [F] your _ [Ab] bookshelf _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh wow my foot is asleep _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm Alec, you're listening to A Fistful of Vinyl.
This is Pigeon Pit.
This song's called Nights Like These.
[E] _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ [F] Strawberry [Bb] stained fingertips, chain-smoking binge-watching Netflix
Bikers in my [F] hair and blood on your [C] jeans
Blisters on our feet, a [Bb] hudron full of teeth
The [F] California [Bb] drought, the smell after the thunderstorm that knocked the power out
Sweat soaks up my [F] handlebars, I wanna die with all [C] my scars
If they don't like the way [Bb] we are, just buck em
And I [F] stayed up, [Am] chain-smoking in the kitchen [Dm] till you got home
And the curtains were on [Bb] fire, fuck I'm sorry [F] you go all alone
With the TV [Am] blocking shadows [Dm] on my face, hitching back to [F] the apartment, it was such a lonely place
I place my head [C] between [Dm] my knees and think, [Bb] do you ever have nights [F] like these?
So separated [Am] from my sense [Dm] of self and the shit [Bb] you keep up on your [F] bookshelf
So _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ [F] I just take another sip, I keep falling off and eating [Bbm] shit and forgetting to unclip
The sun will [Fm] rise some other time, for now it's [C] me and you, our bikes we trip and [Bb] stumble laughing to the park
_ _ The flea bites laid out on my wrist, the heart-shaped blister on my palm, the handlebars head-etched
My [F] body's out on my back porch, my brain is fucking somewhere [C] else on [Bb] the roof with the flags we torch
[F] And I stayed up, chain-smoking [Am] in the kitchen [Dm] till you got home
And the curtains [Bb] were on fire, fuck I'm sorry [F] you go all alone
With the TV [Am] blocking shadows [Dm] on my face, hitching back to [Bb] the apartment, it was such a lonely place
[F] I place [Am] my head between my [Dm] knees and [Bb] think, do you ever have [F] nights like these?
So separated [Am] from my sense of [Dm] self and the shit you [Bbm] keep up on [F] your _ [Ab] bookshelf _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh wow my foot is asleep _ _ _ _ _ _
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