A Bowl Collecting Blood

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.