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Tuning: G C E A
Intro: E A - 2x -
ELong were the nights when my days once revolved around Ayou ECounting my footsteps, prayin' the floor won't fall Athrough, again BMy mother accused me of Dbmlosing my Bmind But I Aswore I was fine
EYou paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to Arain And I Elived in your chess game but you changed the rules every Aday BWonderin' which version of Dbmyou I might Bget on the Aphone, tonight. Well I Bstopped pickin' up and this Dbmsong is to Blet you know Awhy
Dear EJohn, I see it all now that you're Agone. Don't you think I was too Dbmyoung to be messed with? The Bgirl in the dress cried the Awhole way home. I shoulda Eknown. A
Well Emaybe it's me and my blind optimism to Ablame. Maybe it's Eyou and your sick need to give love then take it Aaway. And Byou'll add my name to your Dbmlong list of Btraitors Who Adon't understand. And I'll look Bback in regret how I Dbmignored when they Bsaid "Run as Afast as you can."
Dear EJohn, I see it all now that you're Agone. Don't you think I was too Dbmyoung to be messed with? The Bgirl in the dress cried the Awhole way home.
Dear EJohn, I see it all now it was Awrong. Don't you think nineteen's too Dbmyoung to be played by your Bdark twisted games When I Aloved you so? I shoulda Eknown.A
You are an Dbmexpert at sorry And Bkeeping lines blurry And Anever impressed by me acing your tests All the Dbmgirls that you run dry Have Btired lifeless eyes 'Cause you Aburned them out But BI took your matches BeDbmfore fire could Bcatch me So Adon't look now I'm Bshining like fireworks AOver your sad empty Etown A Dbm B A
Dear EJohn, I see it all now that you're Agone. Don't you think I was too Dbmyoung to be messed with? The Bgirl in the dress cried the Awhole way home.
E I see it all now that you're Agone. Don't you think I was too Dbmyoung to be messed with? The Bgirl in the dress wrote Ayou a song.
You shoulda Eknown. You shoulda Aknown. E Don't you think I was too Ayoung? You shoulda known. E