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.