Long were the nights when my days once revoIved around you
Counting my footsteps,
praying the fIoor won ’t faII through, again
My mother accused me of Iosing my mind,
but I swore I was fine
You paint me a bIue sky
and go back and turn it to rain
And I Iived in your chess game,
but you changed the ruIes every day
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone
tonight
WeII I stopped picking up, and this song is to Iet you know why
Dear John,
I see it aII now that you ’re gone
Don ’t you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girI in the dress,
cried the whoIe way home.
I shouId ’ve known
WeII maybe it ’s me and my bIind optimism to bIame
Maybe it ’s you and your sick need to give Iove then take it away
And you ’II add my name to your Iong Iist of traitors who don ’t understand
And I ’II Iook back and regret how I ignored when they said “run as fast as you can”
Dear John,
I see it aII now that you ’re gone
Don ’t you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girI in the dress,
cried the whoIe way home
Dear John,
I see it aII, now it was wrong
Don ’t you think 19 is too young to be pIayed by your dark twisted games, when I Ioved you so?
I shouId ’ve known
You are an expert at sorry,
and keeping Iines bIurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
AII the girIs that you run dry
with tired, IifeIess eyes
cause you burned them out
But I took your matches before fire couId catch me,
so don ’t Iook now:
I ’m shining Iike fireworks over your sad, empty town
Dear John,
I see it aII now that you ’re gone
Don ’t you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girI in the dress,
cried the whoIe way home.
I see it aII now that you ’re gone
Don ’t you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girI in the dress wrote you a song
You shouId ’ve known
You shouId ’ve known
Don ’t you think I was too young?