A Bowl Collecting Blood Chords

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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 tGired,

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,

Your skin was like a bowl collecting blood.

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,

'cause once you pull them in,

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.