What's left of me

You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive
I'm taking my truck, guitar, the VCR and what's left of me

You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive
What's left of me, it's a mystery
What's left of me, it's a mystery

You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive

Someday I might just get back in line
Like a wrecking ball, breaking hearts slicker than Vaseline
What's left of me, what's left of me

That's if my nerve returns, considering I find
All that remains to be seen, yeah is
'Cause you took my heart and my soul and my self-esteem
What's left of me
What's left of me, what's left of me
What's left of me, it's a mystery
All in all I'm lucky to keep, uh huh

I should've known I couldn't survive on my knees at that pace
I'm what happens to a puppet when somebody cuts the strings
I'm what happens to a puppet when somebody cuts the strings
You left a catalog of blue hang-dog expressions on my face