Standard (EADGBE)
Long were the nights when my 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 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 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
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 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 wrote you a song.
You shoulda known.
You shoulda known.
Don't you think I was too young?
You shoulda known.