Chords for PIGEON PIT - Peach | A Fistful Of Vinyl

[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D#] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[B] _ _ [F#] The blood from a peach runs down your chin, blunts on the porch, your skin on my skin,
we call [B] it leaving for it if it's [C#] just a whole [B] mess to your house.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [A#m] _
[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _
And [F#] we both know we're gonna lie here smoking [C#] till our lungs [B] turn black, just [F#] us and our
bitter hearts looking at the stars for hours [B] in the [F#] back of your car.
_ _ [C#] _ _
And we grow [F#] tougher than [B] we feared we'd ever be [C#] forced to, and we're tender than [B] we have
ever thought possible, with our seven bodies crammed under my [C#] mattress when it's open,
the wallpaper [B] peeling and fading, and our trauma [F#] becomes washed out, more [C#] abstract and
stomped out, and [B] I know even though I don't have everything worked out, [F#] I'm gonna call
the [C#] people I [D#] miss to say [B] I can't wait [F#] to kiss you, [C#] chain smoke on [D#m] my front stuff, lay my
head on [B] your chest, go suffer, and _
[C#] waste deep in [B] Lake Washington, _ _ [C#] I will never forget [G#m] all
the [D#m] reasons I'm [B] not dead yet, and all the cats in my neighborhood, [D#m] and all the times
you [B] asked for help that I [F#] couldn't give it.
_ _ _ [B] _
[C#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
[C#] And we feel [B] lost like kids on the streets, [F#] inside our brains gripped by abuse, love,
survival, and all those other things, so when my street's internalized, as [C#] we ride our bikes,
they become the [B] neighborhoods we grew up in, after all the phone calls, all the letters
[F#] I wrote you, but [C#] I figure out [B] the words to tell you how much I love you, and I know it's
hard [F#] for you to [C#] feel [B] like you deserve to feel great.
[F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A#m] _ _
[F#] _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [B] _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [D#m] _ _ _ [A#m] _
[B] _ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [A#m] _
[B] _ _ _ [F#] _ [D#] Yeah. _ _
Last _ _ _ summer, I met someone who is one of my best friends now, and we were in Olympia at
this hardcore fest, we were [D#m] staying at a friend's house, and _ we went swimming in this
place called the quarry, _ it's just a quarry filled with water, but it was pouring rain,
and we were just drenched in mud, _ _ and just climbing back to the car through mud, like
a couple of [D#] swamp creatures, and we went back to the house, and my friend rolled a
blunt, and we just ate peaches on the porch, and my friend picked blackberries for us to
eat, and _ I guess this song's about finally getting to see friends, _ [C#] and [D#m] writing letters
to friends, and missing people all over the world.
Yeah,