Limp Right Back (Alternate Version)

[Verse 1]

I'm sick of shaking hands

I'm feeling all too withered

I can't count the ways

That we've become untethered

I can limp right back

I'll put things back together

[Chorus]

If you're gone, it's alright

There are roses on the vine

And I was made to march on

'Til the end of me

[Verse 2]

I'll blow away your tears

And suffer for your pleasure

I've been tossed around before

And lost, just like a feather

And I will limp right back

And put things back together

[Chorus]

If you're gone, it's alright

There are roses on the vine

And I was made to march on

'Til the end of me

[Bridge]

Through sickness and in health

These friends I know so well

Pain, blame

Means to satisfy

Through sickness and in health

These friends I know so well

Pain, blame

Means to satisfy

[Verse 3]

I'm sick of shaking hands

I'm feeling all too withered

I can't count the ways

That we've become untethered

But I can limp right back

And I'll put things back together

[Chorus]

If you're gone, it's alright

There are roses on the vine

And I was made to march on

Until the end of me