A Bowl Collecting Blood

it’s almost there , enjoy . D Bm home is where i thought i was , G i must have been asleep , A D i saw you picking fists of red and green , Bm and some of them you keep , G and some you throw away , G you always were a waste , A you take more than you need . D now i’m , Bm afraid to close my eyes , G the air is full of ice , A D reminds me of the winter in your smile . Bm you looked for what was his , G took what he would give , G played ’til you were tired , A and when you’d had enough , G A you threw him out in the cold like a hair coming off of a brush , D Bm when you were finished you know he was nobody else’s to love , G A and i remember he told me every time you touched , your skin was like a bowl collecting blood . D i know he’s gone , Bm i know he went away , G i know he couldn’t take , A D the sight of all those bodies in your wake . Bm you’re pretty like a snake , G you’re pretty like the ground , ’cause once you pull them in , A you know they’re never coming out , so shake another hip , D and then you take another scalp . G A and they go out in the cold like a hair coming off of a brush , D Bm when you were finished you know he was nobody else’s to love , G A and i remember he told me every time you touched , D your skin was like a bowl collecting blood .