Ryan Adams - I Taught Myself How to Grow Old Lyrics
Get the lyrics to the song: I Taught Myself How to Grow Old by Ryan Adams at LyricsKeeper.com.
I Taught Myself How to Grow Old
| I Taught Myself How to Grow Old Lyrics |
|---|
What Are The Lyrics For I Taught Myself How to Grow Old By Ryan Adams?
Poor little rose, beaten by the rain
In the wind in the gale, thunder and the hail Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane Without the numbness or the pain so intense to feel Especially now it added up through the years And I I taught myself how to grow Without any love and there was poison in the rain I taught myself how to grow Now I'm crooked on the outside, and the inside's broke Most of the time I got nothing to say When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen anyway I know I'm probably better off this way I just listen to the voices on the TV till I'm tired My eyes grow heavy and I fade away 'Cause I I taught myself how to grow Without any love and there was poison in the rain I taught myself how to grow Till I was crooked on the outside I taught myself how to grow Without any love and there was poison in the rain I taught myself how to grow Till I was crooked on the outside, inside's caved Crooked on the outside, inside's caved Crooked on the outside, inside's caved I taught myself how to grow old |
Who Wrote I Taught Myself How to Grow Old By Ryan Adams?
Ryan Adams
|
What's The Duration Of The I Taught Myself How to Grow Old By Ryan Adams?The duration of I Taught Myself How to Grow Old is 4:00 minutes and seconds. |
More Lyrics
0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
Lyrics Of The Day
- Coop: Keep On Hotel motel Holiday Inn…
- Paul David: I Won't Take Less Than Your Love "How much do I owe you?" said the husband to his wife…
- Vivian Lord: On Green Dolphin Street It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened…
- Whiz Bang Deal Band: So Hard Living Without You I can hear that old clock ticking, passing time up on the wall…
- Webb Wilder: Still Water Runs Deep Still waters run deep…