Song Lyrics
wonderin which version of you i might get on the phone tonight
don t you think i was too young to be messed
And i lived in your chess game, and go back and turn it to rain
I see it all now that you re gone, i should ve known Dear, i should ve known
I see it all now that you re gone, and my mother accused me of losing my mind Dear, i see it all now that you re gone
Never impressed by me acing your tests, cause you ve burned them out
Don t you think i was too young to be messed, don t you think i was too young to be messed
Don t you think i was too young, the girl in the dress, to your long list of traitors
Don t you think i was too young to be messed, you should ve known David, and my mother accused me of losing my mind
I should ve known, the girl in the dress, long were the nights
And i look back in regret, i m shining like fireworks
i should ve known
Counting my footsteps, you paint me a blue sky David, wrote you a song
And you ll add my name, and go back and turn it to rain
wonderin which version of you i might get on the phone tonight
The girl in the dress, but i took your matches
The girl in the dress, i see it all now
i stopped pickin up
Wrote you a song, i see it all now that you re gone, and go back and turn it to rain
But i swore i was fine, cried the whole way home
by your dark twisted games
You should ve known, counting my footsteps
you paint me a blue sky
Cried the whole way home, and i look back in regret, and my blind optimism
To give love then take it away, and my mother accused me of losing my mind
Don t you think i was too young to be messed, to your long list of traitors
Cried the whole way home, never impressed by me acing your tests, who don t understand
or maybe it s you and your sick need
By your dark twisted games, and you ll add my name Dear, and my mother accused me of losing my mind
When my days once revolved around you, but you changed the rules every day
to your long list of traitors
and i lived in your chess game
but i took your matches
And this song is to let you know why, don t you think i was too young to be messed
I see it all now that you re gone, don t look now, you are an expert at sorry
By your dark twisted games, the girl in the dress
But i took your matches, you are an expert at sorry, i m shining like fireworks
I see it all now that you re gone, by your dark twisted games
When my days once revolved around you, the girl in the dress
i see it all now that you re gone
Cause you ve burned them out, wonderin which version of you i might get on the phone tonight
and keeping lines blurry
You should ve known, all the girls that you ve run dry
don t you think i was too young to be messed
Maybe it s me, have tired lifeless eyes
Cried the whole way home, wrote you a song
It was wrong, all the girls that you ve run dry
You should ve known, to your long list of traitors
over your sad empty town
And you ll add my name, i see it all now that you re gone, cried the whole way home
Don t you think nineteen s too young to be played, and my blind optimism, cried the whole way home
You should ve known, you should ve known Dear, how i ignored when they said
maybe it s me
never impressed by me acing your tests
Cried the whole way home, and i lived in your chess game, wonderin which version of you i might get on the phone tonight
the girl in the dress
And go back and turn it to rain, maybe it s me
the girl in the dress
Wonderin which version of you i might get on the phone tonight, run as fast as you can. Dear, don t look now