Limp Right Back - Alternate Version

I'm sick of shaking hands
 I'm feeling how to end
 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
 I'd blow away your tears
 And suffer for your pleasure
 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
 Through sickness and in health
 The friends I know so well
 Playin' blame
 Needs to satisfy
 Through sickness and in health
 The 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