200 Years Old

There is a painting

I almost bought you

On the island that I ran away to

It was a lady

In simple cotton

And her eyes

Looked like mine ten years forgotten

And I said don't I know

How it hurts to feel 200 years old

When my grandma

Lost her mind

You put her in the car

And I put on Patsy Cline

And we drove like

We were happy

Like we couldn't feel a thing

Like I wouldn't die to hear her sing

And I said don't I know

How it hurts to feel 200 years old

How a life can get hot

And burn to be told

How it hurts to be held

And it's worse just to hold

How it hurts to feel 200 years old

How it hurts

How it hurts

How it hurts

Don't I know