What's Left of Me
Taking my truck, guitar, the VCR
What's left of me
Ain't no better off
Just used and simply confused
by your complexity
Cause you took my heart and my soul
and my self-esteem
All that remains to be seen, yeah
Is what's left of me
It's a mystery
You were so devastatingly beautiful
and I was briliantly naive
What's left of me
What's left of me
I'm what happens to a puppet
when somebody cuts the strings
What's left of me
I should have known I couldn't survive
on my knees at that pace
You left a catalog
of bluehangdog expressions on my face
Like a wrecking ball breaking hard
Slicker than vasoline
All and all I'm lucky to keep
What's left of me
It's a mystery
You were so devastatingly beautiful
and I was briliantly naive
What's left of me
What's left of me
I'm what happens to a puppet
when somebody cuts the strings
What's left of me
Someday I might just get back in line
That's if my nerve returns
Considering I find
What's left of me
It's a mystery
Cause you were so devastatingly beautiful
and I was briliantly naive
Taking my truck, guitar, the VCR
What's left of me
What's left of me
Ain't no better off
Just used and simply confused
by your complexity
Cause you took my heart and my soul
and my self-esteem
All that remains to be seen, yeah
Is what's left of me
It's a mystery
You were so devastatingly beautiful
and I was briliantly naive
What's left of me
What's left of me
I'm what happens to a puppet
when somebody cuts the strings
What's left of me
I should have known I couldn't survive
on my knees at that pace
You left a catalog
of bluehangdog expressions on my face
Like a wrecking ball breaking hard
Slicker than vasoline
All and all I'm lucky to keep
What's left of me
It's a mystery
You were so devastatingly beautiful
and I was briliantly naive
What's left of me
What's left of me
I'm what happens to a puppet
when somebody cuts the strings
What's left of me
Someday I might just get back in line
That's if my nerve returns
Considering I find
What's left of me
It's a mystery
Cause you were so devastatingly beautiful
and I was briliantly naive
Taking my truck, guitar, the VCR
What's left of me
Credits
Writer(s): Lindy Robbins, Jess Clayton Cates, Emanuel S. Kiriakou, Nick Lachey
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