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