Dear John,

long were the nights When my days once revolvEd around you
counting my footsteps praying the floor wont 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 everyday
Wondering 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
dont 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 its me and my blind optimism to blame
well maybe its you and your Sick need
to give lOve and take it away
youll add my naMe to your long list of traitors who wont understand
and ill look back and regrEt how i ignored when They said
run as fast as you can

you are an expert at sorrys and keeping lines blurry
never impressed by my acing your tests
all tHe girls that youve run dry
have tired lIfeless eyes
cause you burned them out
but i took your matches before fire could catch me
so dont look now
im shiNing like fireworks over your sad empty town

dear john i see it all now it was wrong
dont you think nineteens to younG to be messed with
the girl in the dress wrote you a song
you should have known

Im Just A Notch In Your Bedpost, You're Just A Line In A Song

he can't keep doing this to me, and i can't keep letting him.
i don't wanna hear myself in every song on the radio..
every song about second chances and should have known better..

you know you're life's a cliche when taylor swift can describe your daily life better than you.
today, i stare at the phone.
he still hasn't called.
and now im feeling so low, i can't feel anything at all.

he said he'd talk to me this morning.
i need that.
but why have i still not learned that he dosn't always pull through?
he hardly ever does.

it's because when he does it's so miraculous that im blown away.
when he says he's sorry with his whole heart and soul, its like it makes up for it all.

anyway, point being.. here we go again.