Chords for PIGEON PIT - Tall Cans | A Fistful Of Vinyl

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[F] _ _ _ I'm trying to stay awake, [C] riding back to the park, in the [Dm] trunk of a [Eb] car, in your jacket,
in your arms.
_ [F] Nothing smears like [C] my lipstick, talking [Dm] shit on tall boys over [Cm] tall cans in the [F] dark.
I've [C] never been that good at standing up to the way that people treat me, [Dm] but I sure as
hell can tell what you mean when you're [Cm] screaming at me that I will never be able to [C] get close
_ to anyone [Dm] as long as I am [Eb] unable to admit that they are hurting me. _ _
[F] I miss you [C] more than I miss home, [Dm] let's set fire to this car and [Bb] let the radiator [Cm] blow.
Meet [F] me on the porch [C] at 3am to stomp to death the fear that lives [Dm] beneath [C] the floorboards
of my chest [F] and drown it out in cigarettes. _
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[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ I would love to tell you to get better, let's [F] get better, but it [C] also gets [Dm] so much [Bb] fucking
worse, and [F] without laundering [Bb] food stamps, railings, and expensive [C] seats, that town doesn't
mean [Eb] shit to me.
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[C] _ _ _ I'm [F] fighting off sleep, riding [Bb] back to the park, [C] in the trunk of a car, in your [Bb] jacket,
in your arms.
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[C] Nothing [Dm] smears like my [Bb] lipstick, and [C] talking shit on tall boys [Dm] over tall cans in the dark.
And [C] I can't sleep when I've [Dm] got [F] somewhere to be like [C] climbing past chaining [Dm] fences and
[F] second chances, like decolonizing my [Bb] relationship with myself and with [C] my art, and with the
capitalist [Dm] idea of a responsibility [Bb] to be [F] productive.
And I'd love to tell you all [Bb] the pointless shit I did [F] today, but we [C] haven't talked in
months and [Bb] we're a thousand miles away [F] from each other, [Bb] sunburned bodies, smoking, flushing,
climbing trees, though, except how [C] I hope you [Eb] will remember me.
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[C] _ _ _ _ I'm fighting off sleep, [Dm] riding back [Bb] to the [F] park, in [C] the trunk of a car, in your [Bb] jacket,
in your [F] arms.
[C] Nothing [Dm] smears like [F] my lipstick, and talking shit [C] on tall [Dm] boys over tall cans in the dark.
But [C] asleep inside [Bb] that notion of fighting against violence, [F]
[C] vulnerability, or [Bb] patience,
literally anything about violence, it just turns coercion into pacifism, like don't say
it [B] enough, back, back, and don't ask [C] questions, cause you'll uncover an objective [Dm] with more [Bb] materialist intention.
[F] And I'd love to tell [Bb] you all the pointless shit I did [F] today, but we haven't [C] talked in
months [Bb] and we're a thousand miles away [Dm] from each other, sunburned bodies, [Bb] smoking, flushing,
climbing trees, [Dm] though, except [C] how I hope you will [Eb] remember me.
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_ _ _ _ [Eb] Yeah, uh, we're Pigeon Pit and this is Fistful of Vinyl.
_ This song is about, um, it's called Tall Cans, it's about, um, _ uh, being really far away
from friends, and I wrote a lot of songs about that, um, and it's also about gossiping, uh,
_ _ [Ebm] _ and how [F] fun it is to talk shit about people, _ um, when they fuck you