Hợp âm a bowl collecting blood

Lời & hợp âm

[Intro 1]
[D]

[Verse 1]
[D]Home is where I thought I was
I must have been [Bm]asleep.
I saw you picking fists of
red [D]and green
And some of them you keep,
And some you throw [Bm]away
You always were a waste
You take more than you [G]need[A]
And now [D]I'm
Afraid to close my eyes,
The air is full of [Bm]ice.
Reminds me of the winter [G]in [A]your [D]smile.
You looked for what was his
Took what he would [Bm]give
Played 'till you were tired,
And when you had [G]enough[A]
You threw him [G]out in the cold like a
hair coming off of [A]a brush
When you were fin[D]ished you know
he was nobody else's to [G]love
And I [Em]remember he told me that
every time that [A]you touched,
Your skin was like
A bowl collecting [D]blood.
I know he's gone.
I know he went away
I know he couldn't [Bm]take
The sight of all those bodies
[G]in [A]your [D]wake
You're pretty like a snake
You're pretty like the [Bm]ground
'Cause once you pull them in
You know they're never coming [G]out
So shake another [A]hip
And then you take another
[D]scalp[G][A]
[D][G]
[Em]And[A][G]
[A][D][G][Em]
[A]they go out[G] in the
cold like the hair coming off of a [A]brush
When you are [D]finished you know
they are nobody else's to [G]love
And I [Em]remember he told me that
every time that [A]you touched
Your skin
Was like a bowl [Am]collect[A]ing [D]blood.

[Outro 1]
[D]