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