Long were the nights When my days once revolved around you Counting my footsteps Praying the floor won’t fall through AgainAnd my mother accused me of losing my mind But I swore I was fineYou 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 dayWonderin’ 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 should’ve known.Well, maybe it’s me And my blind optimism To blame. Or 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 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 should’ve known.You are an expert at “Sorry” And keeping lines blurry. Never impressed by me acing your tests. All the girls that you’ve run dry Have tired lifeless eyes ‘Cause you’ve 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 should’ve known.

You should’ve known. Don’t you think I was too young? You should’ve known.