Ryan Adams

^C Poor little rose, beaten by the rain ^G
In the ^Em wind, in the gale, thunder and the hail ^C
C Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane ^G
Without the ^Em numbness or the pain, so intense to feel
^D Especially now it added up through the years
Chorus 1:
And ^C I, I taught ^G myself how to ^D grow ^C
Without any ^G love, and there was ^D poison in the ^C rain
I taught ^G myself how to ^D grow
Now, I'm ^Am crooked on the outside
And the ^C inside's broke
Verse 2:
^C Most of the time, I got nothing to say ^G
When I ^Em do, it's nothing, and nobody's there to listen anyway ^C
C I know I'm probably better off this way ^G
I just ^Em listen to the voices on the TV 'til I'm tired
And my ^D eyes grow heavy, and I fade away
Chorus 2:
'Cause ^C I, I taught ^G myself how to ^D grow ^C
Without any ^G love, and there was ^D poison in the ^C rain
I taught ^G myself how to ^D grow
'Til I was ^Am crooked on the outside ^C
I taught ^G myself how to ^D grow ^C
Without any ^G love, and there was ^D poison in the ^C rain
I taught ^G myself how to ^D grow
'Til I was ^Am crooked on the outside, inside's caved
^C Crooked on the outside, inside's caved
^Am Crooked on the outside, inside's caved ^C
I taught ^D myself how to grow ^C old