Limp Right Back

I'm sick of shaking hands

I'm feeling how to weather

I can't count the ways

That we've become untethered

But I can limp right back

I'll put things back together

If you're gone, it's alright

The rose is on the vine

And I was made to march on

'Til the end of me

I'd blow away your tears

And suffer for your pleasure

I've been tossed around before

And lost just like a feather

So I will limp right back

I'll put things back together

If you're gone, it's alright

The rose is on the vine

And I was made to march on

'Til the end of me

Through sickness and in health

These friends I know so well

Playin' blame

Needs to satisfy

Through sickness and in health

These friends I know so well

Playin' blame

Needs to satisfy

I'm sick of shaking hands

I'm feeling how to weather

I can't count the ways

That we've become untethered

But I can limp right back

I'll put things back together

If you're gone, it's alright

The rose is on the vine

And I was made to march on

'Til the end of me