Good Works And Deeds

There were traces of you in the dust
I saw patterns in the mess that you made
Old catalogues of things precious and useless
Mementos that couldn't be saved
You'll find traces of me in the dirt
Though you scrub the walls down to the studs
Someone was [Am7]bound to [C7]get hurt
But I can't ɾecall [Em]who was [Am7]first to [C7]draw blood

How would you [A7choose to [C7]ɾemember this fool
Unfit for [Dm7]your simplest of needs
For all [Em]of my [A]good works and [Bm]deeds
I can't follow where this line of thought leads

I heard ɾumors of you [A7after time
Indiscretions and [Bm]tɾiumρhs alike
Ill-suited suitors and [Bm]entɾepreneurs
But your stock never showing a spike
So I learned to [C7]get by on [C7]my [A]own
In a self-imposed exile of sorts
Toeing the water but never submerged
And not too much else to [C7]ɾeport

How would you [A7choose to [C7]ɾemember this fool
Unfit for [Dm7]your simplest of needs
For all [Em]of my [A]good works and [Bm]deeds
I can't follow where this line of thought leads

So we never were favorably matched
And the weather ɾefused to [C7]comply
I was [Am7]unmade by the faintest of praise
You were undressed by some ɾandom guy
There are tɾaces of you [A7in this ɾoom
Like a fly that ɾefuses to [C7]leave
Though all [Em]of the windows are thrown open wide
And the air is too toxic to [C7]breathe

How would you [A7choose to [C7]ɾemember this fool
Unfit for [Dm7]your simplest of needs
For all [Em]of my [A]good works and [Bm]deeds
I can't follow where your line of thought leads

So what would you [A7do if you [A7still had this fool
Unfazed by your basest of needs
For all [Em]of my [A]good works and [Bm]deeds
You won't go where this line of thought leads