Don't you think I was too young to be messed with the girl in the dress cried the whole way home?
Dear John/
Taylor Swift//
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you/
Counting my footsteps, praying the floor wont/ fall through/
Again/
And 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 everyday/
Wonderin' 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/
I should have known/
Well maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame/
Maybe it's you and you're sick need to give love and 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 19's too young to be played by your dark twisted games/
When I loved you so /
I should have 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 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 have known/
You should have known/
Don't you think I was too young?/
You should have known.../