A Bowl Collecting Blood (Cifras)

Emmy the Great

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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.