Emmy the Great - A bowl collecting blood

^CHome is where I thought I ^Amwas, I must have been ^Fasleep, I saw you picking ^Gfists of red and ^Cgreen, And some of them you ^Amkeep, And some you throw ^Faway, You always were a ^Fwaste, You take more than you ^Gneed.

Now ^CI'm, Afraid to close my ^Ameyes, The air is full of ^Fice, Reminds me of the ^Gwinter in your ^Csmile. You looked for what was ^Amhis, Took what he would ^Fgive, Played 'til you were t^Fired, And when you'd had ^Genough,

You threw him ^Fout in the cold like a hair coming off of a ^Gbrush, When you were ^Cfinished you know he was nobody else's to ^Amlove, And I ^Fremember he told me every time you ^Gtouched,

I know he's ^Cgone, I know he went ^Amaway, I know he couldn't ^Ftake, The sight of all those ^Gbodies in your ^Cwake. You're pretty like a ^Amsnake, You're pretty like the ^Fground,

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

And they go ^Fout in the cold like a hair coming off of a ^Gbrush, When you were ^Cfinished you know he was nobody else's to ^Amlove, And I ^Fremember he told me every time you ^Gtouched, Your skin was like a bowl collecting ^Cblood.