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,
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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.
