Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with

Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you.
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 every day
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight.

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 just me and my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away
And I look back and regret how I ignored when they said "run as fast as you can".

I see it all now that was wrong.
Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with
your dark twisted games when I loved you so?
I should have known

Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry, have dried lifeless eyes
'cause you've burned them out
But I took your matches before fire could catch me
so don't look now
I'm shinig like fireworks over your sad empty town