Emmy the Great - A bowl collecting blood

^DHome is where I thought I ^Bmwas, I must have been ^Gasleep, I saw you picking ^Afists of red and ^Dgreen, And some of them you ^Bmkeep, And some you throw ^Gaway, You always were a ^Gwaste, You take more than you ^Aneed.

Now ^DI'm, Afraid to close my ^Bmeyes, The air is full of ^Gice, Reminds me of the ^Awinter in your ^Dsmile. You looked for what was ^Bmhis, Took what he would ^Ggive, Played 'til you were t^Gired, And when you'd had ^Aenough,

You threw him ^Gout in the cold like a hair coming off of a ^Abrush, When you were ^Dfinished you know he was nobody else's to ^Bmlove, And I ^Gremember he told me every time you ^Atouched,

I know he's ^Dgone, I know he went ^Bmaway, I know he couldn't ^Gtake, The sight of all those ^Abodies in your ^Dwake. You're pretty like a ^Bmsnake, You're pretty like the ^Gground,

You know they're never coming ^Aout, So shake another hip, And then you take another ^Dscalp.

And they go ^Gout in the cold like a hair coming off of a ^Abrush, When you were ^Dfinished you know he was nobody else's to ^Bmlove, And I ^Gremember he told me every time you ^Atouched, Your skin was like a bowl collecting ^Dblood.