dear john

long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
counting my footsteps, praying the floor won't fall through again
and my mother accused me of losing my mind
but i swore i was fine

you'd paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain
and i lived in your chess game, and you changed the rules everyday
wondering which version of you i might get on the phone tonight
well, i stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why

dear john, i see it all now that you're gone
don't you think i was too young to be messed with?
the girl in the dress cried the whole way home

well, maybe it's just me and blind optimism that's to blame
or maybe it's your sick need to give love then take it away
and you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
and i'll look back and regret how i ignored when they said run as fast as you can

dear john, i see it all now that you're gone
don't you think i was too young to be messed with?
the girl in the dress cried the whole way home

dear john, i see it all now - it was wrong
don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with?
your dark twisted games when i loved you so
i should've known

you are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry
never impressed me by acing your tests
all the girls you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes
cause you've burnt them out

but i took your matches before fire could catch me
so don't look now
i'm shining like fireworks
over your sad, empty town

dear john, i see it all now that you're gone
don't you think i was too young to be messed with?
the girl in the dress cried the whole way home

dear john, i see it all now - it was wrong
don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with?
the girl in the dress wrote you a song