A Bowl Collecting Blood Chords & Lyrics - Emmy The Great

[D]Home is where I thought I [Bm]was,
I must have been [G]asleep,
I saw you picking [A]fists of red and [D]green,
And some of them you [Bm]keep,
And some you throw [G]away,
You always were a [G]waste,
You take more than you [A]need.

Now [D]I'm,
Afraid to close my [Bm]eyes,
The air is full of [G]ice,
Reminds me of the [A]winter in your [D]smile.
You looked for what was [Bm]his,
Took what he would [G]give,
Played 'til you were t[G]ired,
And when you'd had [A]enough,

You threw him [G]out in the cold like a hair coming off of a [A]brush,
When you were [D]finished you know he was nobody else's to [Bm]love,
And I [G]remember he told me every time you [A]touched,

Your skin was like a bowl collecting blood.

I know he's [D]gone,
I know he went [Bm]away,
I know he couldn't [G]take,
The sight of all those [A]bodies in your [D]wake.
You're pretty like a [Bm]snake,
You're pretty like the [G]ground,

'cause once you pull them in,
You know they're never coming [A]out,

So shake another hip,
And then you take another [D]scalp.

And they go [G]out in the cold like a hair coming off of a [A]brush,
When you were [D]finished you know he was nobody else's to [Bm]love,
And I [G]remember he told me every time you [A]touched,
Your skin was like a bowl collecting [D]blood.