Long were the nights, when the days once revolved around you. Counting my footsteps, prayin' the floor won't fall through, again. My mother accused me of losing my mind, but I swore I was fine. You paint me a blue sky and go back, and turn it to rain, and I lived in your chess game. But you changed the rules every day, wonderin' which version of you I might get on the phone, tonight, well I stopped pickin' 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. I shoulda known.
Well maybe it's me, and my blind optimism to blame. Maybe it's you and 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 in regret, how I ignored when they said: 'Run as fast as you can.'
Dear John, I see all it 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 by your dark twisted games, when I loved you so. I shoulda known.
You are an expert at sorry, and keeping lines blurry. And never impressed by me, acing your tests. All the girls that you run dry, have tired lifeless eyes, 'cause you burned 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.
Oh woah oh.
Dear John, I see all it 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. I see all it now that you're gone, don't you think I was too young, to be messed with, the girl in the dress. Wrote you a song. You should've known. You shoulda known. Don't you think I was too young. You shoulda known.
La puta madre, es como si me estuvieras hablando a mí boluda. Es increíble.
(Hasta tenés una entrada con tu nombre, no te quejes.)(?
