Chord Gitar Emmy the Great - A Bowl Collecting Blood Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar A#)

It's almost there, enjoy.
 
 
E                           C#m
Home is where I thought I was,
                  A
I must have been asleep,
                   B                  E
I saw you picking fists of red and green,
                      C#m
And some of them you keep,
                    A
And some you throw away,
                   A
You always were a waste,
                        B
You take more than you need.
 
     E
Now I'm,
                    C#m
Afraid to close my eyes,
                    A
The air is full of ice,
                   B                E
Reminds me of the winter in your smile.
                         C#m
You looked for what was his,
                    A
Took what he would give,
                       A
Played 'til you were tired,
                    B
And when you'd had enough,
 
               A                                             B
You threw him out in the cold like a hair coming off of a brush,
               E                                           C#m
When you were finished you know he was nobody else's to love,
       A                                    B
And I remember he told me every time you touched,
 
Your skin was like a bowl collecting blood.
 
             E
I know he's gone,
                C#m
I know he went away,
                    A
I know he couldn't take,
                        B                E
The sight of all those bodies in your wake.
                      C#m
You're pretty like a snake,
                        A
You're pretty like the ground,
 
'cause once you pull them in,
                               B
You know they're never coming out,
 
So shake another hip,
                           E
And then you take another scalp.
 
             A                                             B
And they go out in the cold like a hair coming off of a brush,
               E                                           C#m
When you were finished you know he was nobody else's to love,
       A                                    B
And I remember he told me every time you touched,
                                      E
Your skin was like a bowl collecting blood.