Dear John

Well maybe it's me
And my blind optimism to blame
Maybe its 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'll look back in regret
How I ignored when they said
Run as fast as you can


You are an expert at sorry
And keeping lines blurry
And never impressed by me
Acing your tests
All the girls that you run dry
Have tired lifeless eyes
Cuz 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

Oh woah oh.