bm wall: how to grow old

[coffeestudies]

it's just going to be like this. forever now.

(cowboys don't get third chances.)





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words: i taught myself how to grow old by ryan adams
textures: oxoniensis



RYAN ADAMS
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 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 'til 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
'Til 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
'Til 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

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Comments

[oxoniensis.livejournal.com]

That's pretty - such gorgeous, sad muted colours. I love the way you've added the reflection in the window, and the composition of the imposed images. Such a good choice of lyrics too.

[coffeestudies.livejournal.com]

thank you. those lovely words mean a lot to me. :)

the 'reflection' was a bit finicky, but well worth it, i think.
and the lyrics, yes. there could be no other...