What's Left Of Me - Rodney Atkins

Taking my truck, guitar, the VCR and 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 while I was brilliantly 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’ve known I couldn’t survive on my knees at that pace

You left a catalog of blue hang-dog expressions on my face

Like a wrecking ball, breaking hearts slicker than Vaseline

All in all I’m lucky to keep uh-huh

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

You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive

I’m taking my truck, guitar, the VCR and what’s left of me