I Taught Myself How To Grow Old

His hair touseled by the wind, two fingers holding Camels like a vice and his watching showing 4:20. Dressed casually in his jeans and leather jacket, he sat down, took a big mouthful of beer and smiled easy. With his eyes downcast, he began to sing......... (Live on David Letterman)

I Taught Myself How To Grow Old

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 all the pain is 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 go 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

Ryan Adams

So when will radio play this song?

P.s. There is a favourite line to almost every song that I like. And in this song, it is the part where it goes "Without the numbness all the pain is so intense to feel, especially now it added up through the years".