it’s almost there , enjoy .

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 .